The night outside had yet to fade, but the kitchen lights were bright. Mu Ke stood at the stove, busy for a long time until the horizon began to whiten and the outside street became noisy. Only then did he finally remove the apron from his body.
Looking at the prepared crystal shrimp dumplings, eggs pancakes, and vegetable porridge, the corners of the man's mouth unconsciously revealed a faint smile. He packed them in a thermal lunchbox, checked the time, turned around, went back into the room to change clothes, grabbed his car keys, and left.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, the morning traffic was not as congested as usual.
When Mu Ke arrived at Sheng Jiayu's door, it was not even half-past eight. He swiped his fingerprint and went in. The house was quiet, and the bedroom door was tightly closed. Mu Ke glanced at it for two seconds, then walked to the dining table and set down the thermal lunchbox.
