The next morning, as the sun slowly climbed from the east, golden light spilled through the gaps in the leaves, dusting the small wooden cottage like scattered gold. The warm, gentle rays penetrated the windows, illuminating every corner of the room. At the same time, a rich, savory aroma began to drift through the air—the scent of a mouth-watering meal.
In fact, long before the sky had even begun to brighten, Brother Xiong had already risen quietly and busied himself in the kitchen. Worried that Lingxiao might wake up hungry, he had meticulously prepared breakfast: a steaming, fragrant bowl of wontons. After his night of hard work, dark circles had formed under Brother Xiong’s eyes, yet his face glowed with a smile of happiness and satisfaction. The mere thought that Lingxiao would be keeping him company in this cabin from now on filled him with boundless energy; he felt no fatigue at all.
Just then, Brother Xiong carefully carried the cooked wontons to the dining table. He moved with extreme gentleness, as if what he held in his hands was not mere food, but a treasure of inestimable value. With every step, he paused to listen toward the next room, checking if Lingxiao was still sound asleep, terrified that any accidental noise might disturb her dreams.
Chapter 167