The rain wasn't heavy.
But it dripped intermittently all night.
It didn't stop until the next day.
The outside world seemed as if it was covered with a misty filter, all gray and foggy.
In such weather, eating some plain porridge and drinking hot soy milk at home couldn't be more pleasant.
Especially after getting drunk last night.
Originally, Jiang Chen wouldn't have gotten up, but he was awakened by Fang Weiguo, who had returned from grocery shopping, knowing that they drank until midnight last night, so he deliberately bought them a nutritious breakfast.
It was a pity that he wasn't with his own parents; otherwise, he could have continued sleeping.
Jiang Chen got up, but Fang Qing didn't respond, the bedroom door tightly shut, which instead made Jiang Chen breathe a sigh of relief.
They drank a lot last night, but not to the point of blacking out.
What happened was vivid in his mind.
