Song Weiyi patted her chest, constantly soothing herself.
After that, she scooped a bowl of rice from the pot and took out two strips of ham, two eggs, and some green onions from the fridge.
For Song Weiyi, making fried rice was a piece of cake.
A few minutes later, the fragrant and steaming fried rice was ready.
Song Weiyi served herself a plate, grabbed a spoon, and sat in the dining room, taking small bites.
At that moment, even ordinary fried rice made her incredibly satisfied, as she was extremely hungry.
As she ate, Song Weiyi squinted her eyes, a happy expression spreading across her face.
When she had eaten nearly half of the rice in her bowl, Pei Yibai came out in his slippers.
Song Weiyi suddenly stiffened, "Husband... why are you up?"
Her expression was like that of a little mouse caught sneaking food by its owner.
"I'm a bit hungry," Pei Yibai said, sitting down beside Song Weiyi.
