"Place it gently, don't break it." A familiar voice sounded.
My mother-in-law?
Ran Yu stared blankly at Qin Yun, who walked in dressed in an elegant long gown and carrying a Hermès bag, followed by two maids.
"Ah, Xiaoyu, having breakfast?" Qin Yun greeted with a smile.
Ran Yu was taken aback and hurriedly swallowed the last bite of her scallion pancake, "Uh, mother-in-law, how come you're here so early..."
"Just call me mom," Qin Yun said cheerfully.
Ran Yu blinked and had no choice but to correct herself, "Mom, why did you come so early?"
"It's all for you guys," Qin Yun said as she took the thermos from the maid's hands, "Xiaoyu, this is the black chicken soup I had someone stew overnight; have more of it later. I'm getting on in years and don't really know what young girls like these days. I wanted to give you a bank card, but Ziheng said giving money is too tacky; he thought it would be better to make you something tasty..."
Ran Yu: "..."
