“Are you awake?” Zhou Yuqian loosened his grip, stretching.
“Hmm, just woke up!” Lai Hui quickly got up, opened the wardrobe to get her clothes.
“You can sleep a bit more; I’ll call you when breakfast is ready!”
“No need, pass me my clothes!” Zhou Yuqian sat up, rubbing his hair.
“Do you have any business to attend to today?”
“No.” Lai Hui handed him a set of beige casual clothes, then went to the door to retrieve the morning newspaper from the mailbox, placed it on the coffee table in the living room, brewed coffee, and then turned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. On this sunny morning, Lai Hui poured soaked rice into a pot simmering with red beans and lotus seeds, took out ham, cucumber, and kelp from the refrigerator, and skillfully sliced them into thin strips. Zhou Yuqian, sitting in the living room with his feet propped up, sipping coffee, and reading the newspaper, looked very natural, as if it were home. However, Lai Hui felt she was just fulfilling her duty, while Zhou Yuqian thought — this place was much more serene and peaceful than home!
After breakfast, Lai Hui was washing dishes in the kitchen when Zhou Yuqian, for the first time, walked in and stood behind her, saying, “A bowl is broken!”
Lai Hui picked up the bowls from the water, inspecting each one. “No, they all seem fine.”
Zhou Yuqian found the bowl he had just used, pointing to a chipped edge. “Isn’t this one?”
“It’s not broken, just a little chipped, hardly counts as broken.” Lai Hui took the bowl back, rinsed it, placed it in the sterilizer, and started cleaning the kitchenware.
“Let’s go buy a new set of tableware later.” Zhou Yuqian felt that since she was cooking personally, it was necessary to buy a decent set of tableware, which shouldn’t be worse than what was broken at home.
