The next day, everyone slept in. Ellie Ashton was the first to get up. Seeing that no one else was awake and having nothing to do, she decided to make breakfast. Tang Xiaonan and the others were roused by the fragrant aroma of congee. On such a lovely morning, the sudden scent of warm porridge made them feel cozy, and their spirits lifted instantly.
Tang Xiaonan glanced at the wall clock. It was already nine-thirty in the morning, but not a sliver of sunlight penetrated the room. The heavy curtains blocked it out, muffling the sounds from outside as well.
After getting dressed and washing up, she went downstairs to find Ellie Ashton busy in the kitchen. Tang Xiaonan was quite surprised. She had assumed Ellie Ashton was the type who never had to lift a finger, given her privileged background and a personality that didn't seem suited for a gentle, domestic life. But her cooking was surprisingly deft; you could tell she did it often.
