Han Muyang arrived home first and noticed that the old house had been renovated, which he found quite puzzling. "Dad, are you planning to move back here?"
Was that why he had called them home?
Han Zheng shook his head with a smile, "No. We'll discuss that when everyone else is here. Is what you're holding specially bought for me for breakfast?"
"Yes, it's breakfast, but not bought. Chuyue made it herself for us to eat together."
"Then let's eat quickly, before it's not enough to go around when everyone arrives."
Han Muyang, "..."
Why did that feel a bit off?
As it turned out, Han Zheng was wise.
No sooner had the father and son finished eating than the others arrived one after another, each bringing breakfast.
The breakfasts they brought weren't cheap, but the taste… well, none was as good as what Meng Chuyue had made by hand.
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