Even though it was the holiday, Luo Yilan had always insisted on maintaining a normal daily routine, so she still climbed out of bed at six o'clock to memorize vocabulary.
The moment she pulled the door open, He Lang was standing there holding a glass of warm milk. "Morning, Sister. Today's breakfast has soup dumplings, egg-fried toast, fried dough sticks, grilled sausages..." he rattled off excitedly, his little mouth moving a mile a minute. "Grandpa bought the Chinese style, and Mom made the Western style. I recommend you eat what Grandpa bought."
Heyue never expected they would make a special trip all the way from Jiang Manyue to take care of her. Dazed, she let He Lang lead her by the hand to the dining table and sit down.
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