Yao Qing was truly baffled now.
It might have been because she had just woken up this morning, as she gazed at the man standing not far away, thoughts in her mind tangled together, complex and changeable.
"Aren't you coming over?"
"...I'm coming."
Yao Qing stepped toward the dining table, where the breakfast spread was indeed different from the previous luxurious and greasy fare.
Perhaps Yu Yanshen hadn't had the time to make breakfast before, so it was always the chefs and servants here who prepared it, but he would cook the next two meals himself, tailored to her palate.
Feeling like it had been a long time since she had enjoyed such a breakfast, Yao Qing inevitably swallowed her saliva.
Yu Yanshen might not have seen it, but he pushed the breakfast plate towards her.
"Have a sip of porridge first to moisten your throat before eating anything else. Today's breakfast doesn't have much oil and should suit your taste quite well."
"...Okay."
