The living room's recorder pen emitted the sounds of Meng Wanhua making breakfast, followed by her eating with Meng Jingfen.
From their occasional conversation, it was clear that Meng Jingfen hadn't eaten even a bite of the red bean paste or osmanthus cake.
What she had eaten was the shredded pork noodles and fried eggs prepared by Meng Wanhua.
The reason she hadn't touched the red bean paste and osmanthus cake was not because she was being good, but because she, the lazy one, had barely stepped into the kitchen, let alone opened the fridge, oblivious to the tasty treats within.
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About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Meng Jingfen's footsteps sounded light and joyful as she went to answer the door, then sweetly called out "Daddy".
After a moment of silence, Lin Youdong replied, reluctantly yet gently, "Hmm," and then asked, "Where's your mom?"
