Early the next morning, as usual, Qi Yue got up early and practiced her knife techniques twice in the garden, guessing that Song Gensheng must be about to get up, so she stopped.
The ever-watchful Xiaolian immediately brought a towel for her to wipe the sweat.
Qi Yue took the towel in her hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and asked, "We need to prepare extra for breakfast, does Cai Wei know?"
"Don't worry, Miss, Sister Cai Wei is aware."
"Good."
Just as Qi Yue arrived at the front yard, she saw Song Gensheng stretching his arms and legs in the courtyard. Coming closer, she saw his round face, his eyes mere slits as if he was still dreaming.
"Hey, didn't sleep well last night?"
"Hmm," Song Gensheng answered without stopping his stretching exercises, still squinting.
Qi Yue found this quite amusing and quickly had someone brew some tea.
"Brother Gensheng, no more jumping around. Come have a cup of tea and you'll wake right up."
