In the early morning, Mu Shuoqian had to attend an early meeting. He didn't usually eat at home; breakfast was generally dealt with at the company, and most of the time he wouldn't eat at all.
"Morning." A fluffy head popped out from the kitchen, smiling and waving at him with a rice spoon in hand, "Breakfast is on the table."
He glanced at it, a simple meal of porridge and a dish, accompanied by two fried egg pancakes.
"I don't know what you like for breakfast, Western or Chinese food. If you prefer Western, I can make you a sandwich right now." Gu Qili set her own meal on the table, "However, I still recommend that you have the millet porridge, isn't your stomach ailment not completely healed?"
His gaze was heavy as he looked at her, standing silent, lips faintly pursed into a line, with no discernible sign of pleasure or anger.
