The breakfast was very generous, with freshly cooked white rice porridge that smelled delicious, a separate plate of stir-fried green vegetables, and then there were steamed buns, baozi, and milk.
After setting the table, the man very proactively served a bowl of porridge for his wife and placed it in front of her.
"It's still a bit hot, eat slowly."
Lu Jing had just finished washing up, still holding a wet wipe to dab off the water droplets.
"I'm not a child."
Could eating breakfast really be that difficult?
Jiang Ye felt a bit uneasy as he tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"Fine, you handle it."
He silently wondered: Was he really being too nervous?
Well, he needed to be more relaxed or else his wife would feel uncomfortable.
If she misconstrued this as 'only doing this because of the child', it would be even worse.
After Lu Jing dried his hands, he took up a spoon and leisurely started sipping the porridge, spoon by spoon.
The two had a very satisfying breakfast.
