This discordant charm had become Su Yu's pleasure in teasing him.
The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke, Su Yu had already gotten up quietly to prepare breakfast.
Surprisingly, even Xixi, who usually loved to linger in bed, was moved by her busyness and uncharacteristically offered to help, indicating that her illness had indeed completely healed.
The leftover steamed buns from the previous day were carefully reheated, paired with finely chopped pork mixed with fragrant and tender green peppers, and three golden, crispy-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside fried eggs, making a simple yet cozy breakfast ready to be served.
By this time, Jiang Ziling was able to wash up independently with the aid of his cane. Su Yu silently applauded his growing ability to fend for himself.
