By this time, Wang Meilan was not only already up, but she had also finished preparing the rice broth.
"Mom, why are you up so early?" Zhao Jun reached out and touched the bowl of rice broth. Feeling the temperature was about right, he held it in front of the little Qing Gou to feed it.
Wang Meilan said, "We're having guests over the day after tomorrow. I got up to figure out what we're missing so your dad can bring it all back from work."
As the head chef of the cafeteria, Zhao Youcai's family certainly didn't need to buy basic condiments like salt and soy sauce. Otherwise, people would laugh at them.
"Mom, if there's anything else we need, save yourself the trip. Just tell me, and I'll go get it for you."
"Alright." This morning, Wang Meilan's attitude was completely different from last night. She just advised Zhao Jun, "It's still so early. Son, go back to sleep for a little while."
