The next morning, as soon as Zhao Yang had woken up, he noticed a message blinking on his phone.
Zhao Yang picked up his phone, tapped it open, and saw it was a message from Zhang Xiuer: "Are you up yet? I made your favorite, preserved egg and lean pork congee."
Zhao Yang was delighted and replied, "Just woke up, Sister Xiu'er, we really are telepathic! My eyes just opened, and here comes your message."
"Dead beat, what time did you leave last night? I had no idea," Sister Xiu'er sent a message.
"Hehe, ask your old Black," Zhao Yang sent a message back.
"Now that you mention it, I had forgotten, ever since you came back, it seems like it has never barked at you," Zhang Xiuer sent a dazed emoji.
"Of course, we're all family, aren't we?" Zhao Yang sent a very sly emoji.
"Should I bring the congee over?" Zhang Xiuer was speechless for a moment before sending a message.
"Sure, need any help?" asked Zhao Yang.
"No need, just open the door," replied Zhang Xiuer.
"Right now?"
