"You're in charge of breakfast today," said Lady Nangong to Master Lu. "My cooking skills are poor, so let's not upset Jiaojiao and Ayan's stomachs."
Master Lu thought to himself, do you even realize your cooking is bad? Then why do you keep sending Gu Chengfeng and Jiaojiao to bring pickled vegetables and all sorts of dishes to Liulang and Jingkong every day?
Master Lu cooked millet porridge, steamed a basket of meat buns, and fried several green onion pancakes, the crispy fragrance filled the entire courtyard.
Gu Yan sat down groggily, still not quite awake. He scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and was just about to feed it to himself when Gu Jiao stopped him.
"You need to be fasting," said Gu Jiao.
A grumbling sound came from Gu Yan's stomach, and he said in a pitiful tone, "But today's breakfast smells so delicious."
Lady Nangong chuckled awkwardly.
If she had known earlier, she would have cooked it herself. Look how hungry it made the child.
