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At seven in the morning, right on schedule, Zhou Chen got out of bed. He pulled open the curtains, letting the warm sunlight flood his bedroom. Facing the Sun, he gave a long, refreshing stretch, beginning another perfectly ordinary day.
After washing up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The menu for the morning was toast with butter and jam, a side salad, pan-fried bacon, and to top it all off, a cup of rich, aromatic coffee.
Since moving in with Li Xiye temporarily, Zhou Chen had become the household chef. It wasn't that Li Xiye couldn't cook, but rather that her food had only one redeeming quality: it could fill a stomach. The taste, however, was truly unbearable. Sometimes, she would inexplicably produce culinary disasters like "Blue Noodle Soup," "Dark Scrambled Eggs with Tomato," or "Dark Green Pumpkin and Wood Ear Fungus Soup"...
