After the commotion subsided, the sky had already turned dark.
He Xiuyu was the first to get up. There were leftover rice and dishes from lunch in the kitchen, so he made fried rice with eggs and seaweed soup, and also mixed a dish of chopped chili peppers.
After he had finished cooking, he went to the western room to call his wife to get up.
The two of them had tossed and turned for a while before sleeping a bit, and Qiao Qingyu was woken up. She glanced at the darkness outside – could she even fall asleep again at this hour?
Regardless of whether she could sleep or not, she had to eat first.
He Xiuyu's egg fried rice was exceptionally good. Qiao Qingyu was also hungry. Although it wasn't what one would call nourishing, it was also not good to eat too much at night, as feeling stuffed was uncomfortable.
He Xiuyu just watched her with a smile.
