The dream last night was something Su Qingqing couldn't even bring herself to recall, let alone let Ye Huan comment on it.
After giving Ye Huan a furious glare, she left the room first.
"Qingqing, why are you coming out in pajamas? No sense of image!" Song Yanhong criticized.
"I'll change later, we're at home anyway." Su Qingqing waved it off, "Mom, is breakfast ready?"
"It's been ready for a while. Your dad's already eaten and gone to the fields to work, just waiting for you two lovebirds."
Song Yanhong moved the bamboo cover aside, and the fragrance immediately wafted out.
She had a meaningful expression: "Must be exhausted, hurry and eat to replenish your strength."
"Yeah, totally worn out." Su Qingqing nodded, truly exhausted after giving Ye Huan a beating.
She grabbed a bun and stuffed it in her mouth, completely oblivious to the "ambiguity" in Song Yanhong's words.
Suddenly, her gaze fixated on the soup pot on the table.
