"Brother Yan~slow down, I'm going to throw up."
Yun Ya felt somewhat nauseous, and her voice was weak and breathless.
Yan Song pursed his lips, glanced at her, and ultimately slowed down.
The car finally stopped in front of a breakfast shop that seemed to be doing good business, quite a few people were there early in the morning.
Yan Song pulled Yun Ya inside, chose a corner spot to sit down, told Yun Ya to wait, and got up to order.
Before long, Yan Song returned with a tray, two servings of eight-treasure porridge, two boiled eggs, two baskets of soup dumplings, accompanied by a small dish of pickles.
Yan Song took two pairs of chopsticks, rinsed them with tea, and handed them to Yun Ya.
"Eat up."
Yun Ya watched Yan Song bustling about, his forehead sweating, took a tissue, and wiped his sweat, his face showing a rare hint of a smile.
"It was gloomy early this morning, but now it's finally cleared up," Yun Ya hinted meaningfully.
