He glanced at Song Yinyin, his voice indifferent as he instructed, "Go do it."
A simple, calm instruction, and Song Yinyin immediately rushed off to the kitchen.
The sun came out, and the sky was fully bright.
Song Yinyin prepared a simple breakfast in the kitchen: white porridge, vegetable pancakes, and fried eggs.
She walked out of the kitchen, came to the sofa in the living room, and spoke to Qiu Qianghai, who was staring at the old red woven cord on his wrist, "Mr. Qiu, breakfast is ready."
Qiu Qianghai stood up upon hearing and stepped into the kitchen.
Song Yinyin didn't follow him but walked towards the bedroom.
When she came out of the bedroom, she held a red silk box in her hand.
She walked into the kitchen full of anticipation, only to see Qiu Qianghai standing in front of the dining table, looking at the breakfast on the table with an inscrutable expression.
Song Yinyin nervously asked, "Mr. Qiu, is the breakfast not to your taste?"
