Zhou Mingchen woke up early with a splitting headache.
He struggled to sit up and found himself lying on the bedroom bed, dressed in his usual pajamas, with a faint smell of alcohol in the room, yet he had absolutely no memory of last night.
"You're awake? Let's eat~"
As he walked downstairs, Xia Lu just brought the prepared porridge to the table.
Last night, before leaving, Aunt Zhang had set the porridge in the rice cooker with a timer, probably because she didn't trust Xia Lu's cooking skills, so she had prepared it in advance.
"This is sobering-up tea." Xia Lu pushed a cup towards him.
Zhou Mingchen looked down, took a sip, and the warm tea settled in his stomach, making him feel much more comfortable.
"Aunt Zhang had something at home; she went back last night and might come late today, so just bear with it for now," Xia Lu said, already devouring her porridge.
