Monday arrived as expected, and just as Jiang Shuyao had gotten up and finished washing up, noises came from the entrance.
She knew it was Pei Yan, so she continued with what she was doing and didn't bother with him.
It wasn't until the long-missed smell of savory glutinous rice and fried dough wafted into the bedroom that Jiang Shuyao's stomach immediately started grumbling in protest.
It smelled so good.
From what she could recall, it had been three years since she last enjoyed this traditional breakfast.
Behind Yasong Residence, there used to be a place that sold savory glutinous rice and green onion pancakes, and every day it was so popular that a long line formed outside the shop starting at six in the morning.
Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the owner suddenly closed up shop, and within a short half-month, the store had changed hands and become a barbecue place.
A few minutes later, Jiang Shuyao tidied herself up and walked out of the bedroom.
