The next day.
Early morning.
Wang Xiaoqiang got up, washed up, and Xia Guifang had already placed breakfast on the table: fried eggs, buns, steamed bread, small dishes, mung bean porridge... the aroma wafted everywhere.
After a night of refreshing rain and dew, Xia Guifang was radiant, her pretty face rosy and her skin looking smooth and glowing.
"Little Fang, you're so beautiful!" Wang Xiaoqiang gazed at Xia Guifang and sincerely praised her.
Xia Guifang smiled sweetly and said, "Little Qiang, let Zhao Feiyan and Master Taiyi come over for breakfast..."
"Okay." Wang Xiaoqiang was about to go back to the old house to call them when Little Bao came out of the room and said, "Dad, you don't need to go, I'll go instead."
Wang Xiaoqiang nodded in agreement, and watching his son walk out, he smiled with relief and said, "I never thought that in the blink of an eye, my son would grow up so much. He'll be the pillar of the house in the future, and then I can rest easy."
