The next day, Xu Fenglai went downstairs.
In the dining room, Xie Qin was having breakfast with the two kids.
"Fenglai, you're up."
Seeing him, Xie Qin was particularly enthusiastic, "Sit down quickly and have breakfast. Your Aunt Zhang isn't here today, so these were all made by Songyuan himself."
Xu Fenglai sat down at the dining table, "Wow, this looks quite elaborate."
"It has to be."
Xu Songyuan's voice came from behind, and he placed a platter on the table with a big smile, "Freshly fried lotus root slices, hurry and try them."
Xu Fenglai frowned, "Having this early in the morning? Isn't it a bit greasy?"
The smile on Xu Songyuan's face disappeared instantly, "It's not even made for you!"
Xu Fenglai: "???"
"I made this especially for Baby!" Xu Songyuan switched back to a smiling face in a second, "You probably haven't tasted this overseas, have you?"
