Mr. Jiang and the three of them enjoyed the farewell banquet hosted by Foreign Trade, and they drank quite a bit of alcohol.
That night, they slept exceptionally well.
The next morning, Jiang Cheng unusually did not wake up early.
When she opened her eyes, Sister Lian was setting up breakfast.
"Awake? Do you have a headache?"
Sister Lian turned back with concern, looking at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng sat up, rubbed her head, and shook her head.
"No headache."
"That's good! Still young!"
Sister Lian chuckled as she set the breakfast, saying, "Put on your clothes first, I'll get you some water to wash your face, and we'll eat right here in the room."
"This porridge was brought by Xiao Mei downstairs; she said it's scallop porridge made by her mom, very fresh."
Under Sister Lian's motherly chatter and care, Jiang Cheng got up, dressed, and washed up.
