Peng Cuiying frowned and thought carefully for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "No... I'm not quite sure. Third Brother hasn't come back these past two days, and I've been feeling really annoyed, so I haven't bothered to clean his room..."

Jiang Jiahua frowned. "Are you unsure what you're saying? Let me tell you, tomorrow morning, make sure you prepare a good breakfast and try to win Jiang Qiaoqiao over. We need to get her on our side, understand?"

"Don't worry, you've told me this so many times, how could I not understand?"

*

On the other side, Huo Beixiao's strong arms held Jiang Qiaoqiao tightly in his embrace. "Wife, did I act well just now?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao pulled her thoughts away from Jiang Yong'an's torn clothes, reached out and hugged Huo Beixiao's narrow waist, and even tilted her head back to plant a kiss on the man's chin, "You acted exceptionally well!"

Huo Beixiao hugged her even tighter, "Wife, you scared me to death when you climbed over the balcony just now..."

...

That night, the two talked and barely slept.

The next morning, when they got up and went downstairs, they saw a table full of food.

Peng Cuiying bought a portion of every breakfast available in that era: steamed buns, mantou, soy milk, fried dough sticks, eggs, and meat pies.

Looking at the sumptuous meal, Jiang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but recall the time she spent in this home.

Every morning, Jiang Jiahua and Jiang Yong'an eat steamed buns and drink soy milk, while Jiang Yiran eats steamed egg custard and drinks milk.

She has to get up early every day to prepare these breakfasts for them, while she herself can only eat a sweet potato or a corn cob.

When there is no corn or sweet potato, Peng Cuiying will allow her to cook a bowl of clear corn porridge.

"Beixiao, Qiaoqiao, are you up? Did you sleep well last night? If you feel uncomfortable, tell Mom and I'll decorate your room next time."

Oh, by the way, Mom didn't know what you liked for breakfast, so I bought some of the breakfasts available outside. Eat whatever you like, and your dad and I will eat the rest.

Peng Cuiying's gentle, motherly voice pulled Jiang Qiaoqiao back to reality.

Jiang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. Belated affection is worthless, not to mention, this belated affection is hypocritical.