Lixue blinked at Mo Ran, her mind still halfway on the call she'd just had. She glanced at the perfectly prepared breakfast on the table—scrambled eggs, toast, and a bowl of congee with pickled vegetables. Simple but comforting.
"I guess I am surprised," she admitted, pulling out a chair to sit across from him. "I didn't expect… this."
Mo Ran chuckled, setting down his coffee. "You make me sound like some helpless aristocrat. I lived alone for a long time before we got married, you know. A man learns to fend for himself."
She tilted her head, giving him a teasing look. "I thought you'd have an army of chefs for that."
"Sometimes, you don't want an army of people in your space," he said casually, leaning back in his chair. His eyes, however, studied her intently. "You look like you're buzzing with something. What happened?"
