In the dining room, everyone had arrived, just enough to fill a circle of seats.
Mo Qian made porridge, Ji Wei boiled eggs, and there was also a vegetable salad and sandwiches.
Although it was a simple breakfast, it looked rather abundant.
Xi Nanfeng and Ye Cheng dived in without hesitation, burying their heads and eating. To be able to taste Mo Qian's porridge—it's a rare treat, so savor it while it lasts.
After finishing his big bowl of porridge, Xi Nanfeng remembered something and asked, "Old Mo, you mentioned earlier that some woman was coming. Were you referring to Little Duoduo?"
"Mm, she's Ji Wei's best friend."
Mo Qian was peeling an egg, his long fingers holding the top while the other hand skillfully removed the shell layer by layer with elegant precision.
Xi Nanfeng glanced at Xia Duoduo, who was sipping on just half a bowl of porridge beside him, and muttered, "Little Duoduo is Old Ye's person. You're just making me happy for nothing, aren't you?"
