"Mo Yichen, how can you make eggs taste so good?"
"Mo Yichen, how many minutes should I toast the bread? Why does it always come out burnt when I do it?"
"Mo Yichen, I think today's milk tastes better than any other day's..."
"Mo Yichen..."
At the breakfast table, looking at Qiao Xinran opposite him, who hadn't brushed her teeth or washed her face, with hair like a bird's nest, chatting nonstop as she ate, Mo Yichen wore a face full of indulgence.
Without answering her string of questions, Mo Yichen smiled as he scraped a breadcrumb from the corner of her mouth, and said, "You don't need to learn. Just hang in there a little longer, and in the future, I'll make it for you every day."
Knowing he was comforting her, and not knowing how long that period of time he mentioned would be, Qiao Xinran nodded firmly, "Okay."
Lowering her head to take a quiet sip of milk, Qiao Xinran looked up at Mo Yichen and said softly, "Mo Yichen, you're so kind."
