Yang Yinmeng had spent so many years on the run that, while she might not have been skilled in other areas, her culinary arts had become truly exquisite. The few tricks Chen Tian knew had, after all, been learned under her tutelage.
Chen Tian got up, walked into the living room, and saw Yang Yinmeng busy from a distance. Hearing his footsteps, she turned back with a smile and said:
"Tian'er, you're awake. The breakfast I made for you is just ready. Come and eat while it's hot."
Chen Tian was slightly stunned; he felt a bit unaccustomed to it. He walked over, sat down, and looked at the breakfast on the table—it was the bread and steamed buns she had made by hand that he loved, plus congee with some lean meat. To them in the past, this was a rare delicacy. Chen Tian picked up the bowl, his nose stinging. He ate in large mouthfuls, finishing everything in one go, before he suddenly remembered:
"Are Grandmother and Uncle not eating?"
Chapter 434