On the morning of the first day, the whole city was basking in the laziness of the Spring Festival holiday.
Xu Qingru woke up early, glanced at Sheng Jiayu's tightly closed room door, and slowly walked downstairs. Just as she was about to turn into the living room, she heard a "click" sound coming from the kitchen.
Xu Qingru was a bit surprised, Jiayu was up so early?
"Jiayu? What are you doing?"
From a few steps away, Xu Qingru asked, and soon footsteps came from the other side. When the person stood outside the kitchen, holding a spatula, Xu Qingru was stunned.
"Little Mu? Why are you here?"
Mu Ke was wearing a white apron; under his neat trousers, his bare feet were stepping on the ground.
"Good morning, Aunt. Breakfast will be ready soon, please wait for me for two minutes."
Mu Ke was cooking vegetable porridge and fried two small fish fillets to serve.
