The morning sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, like golden threads, gently falling on the bed. Jiang Zhi's consciousness gradually woke up in this warm light. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze first fell on Shen Qingchen, who was still sleeping beside her. His face looked particularly peaceful in his sleep, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes, his high nose bridge, his slightly pursed lips, every line seemed to be carefully carved. Jiang Zhi just looked at him quietly, her heart filled with happiness and peace. She felt as if she was in a beautiful dream. This man, this morning, this home that belonged to them, everything was so unreal, yet it existed in reality.
Her eyes lingered on his face, starting from his forehead and slowly moving down, looking at his eyebrows, which looked like two sword-like eyebrows, but also with a bit of softness. She remembered that when he was pursuing her, his eyebrows were sometimes furrowed, because he was worried that she would reject him; sometimes they were relaxed, because she occasionally smiled at him. Then she looked at his eyes, although they were closed now, but she knew that they were a pair of deep and affectionate eyes, and every time they looked at her, it seemed as if they could absorb her soul. And his cheeks, with light stubble, were a little prickly, but had a unique masculine charm. Jiang Zhi couldn't help but gently raise her hand, wanting to touch his face, but she was afraid of waking him up, so her hand paused in the air, and finally just gently brushed away a strand of hair in front of his forehead.
Shen Qingchen seemed to sense something, and moved in his sleep, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he had had a beautiful dream. Seeing him like this, Jiang Zhi's heart was filled with tenderness. She thought of every detail of their journey together, from the beginning when she turned a blind eye to his pursuit because of her obsession with revenge on Tang Junxi, to his persistence in expressing his love in various ways later, sending flowers, writing love letters, and creating romantic encounters. She still remembered the colors and types of those bouquets clearly, and the words in those love letters often echoed in her mind. Every time they met, he always brought her unexpected surprises, like suddenly appearing in front of her when she was busiest, holding her favorite snack in his hand; or on rainy days, he would wait silently outside her workplace with an umbrella, just to take her home.
Finally, Shen Qingchen slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was a little confused at first, as if he was still wavering between dreams and reality. But when he saw Jiang Zhi looking at him tenderly, his eyes instantly brightened, and the smile on his lips became more pronounced. The two of them smiled at each other, without words, yet it seemed as if they had exchanged thousands of words. In that moment, the whole world became gentle, as if all the noise and troubles were isolated outside this room.
Shen Qingchen stretched and then sat up. He looked at Jiang Zhi with love in his eyes and said, "Good morning, my love." Jiang Zhi responded, "Good morning." Her voice was as gentle as the morning breeze. Shen Qingchen got out of bed, put on his slippers, turned to Jiang Zhi and said, "I'll prepare breakfast today, and you can have a good rest." Jiang Zhi was a little surprised. After all, she knew that although Shen Qingchen was very considerate in life, cooking was not his strong point. But she did not refuse. She wanted to see what kind of breakfast Shen Qingchen would make.
Shen Qingchen walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, looked at the ingredients inside, and thought about what to make. He saw eggs, bread, some fresh fruit, and coffee beans. He decided to make fried eggs, toast, and brew a cup of fragrant coffee. He first took out the coffee beans and ground them in the coffee machine. As the machine ran, the air began to be filled with the aroma of coffee. He carefully controlled the degree of grinding, wanting to achieve the best taste of the coffee. Then, he took out a frying pan, placed it on the stove, turned on a low heat, and poured a little oil into the pan. After the oil heated up a little, he picked up an egg and gently tapped it on the edge of the pan. The eggshell cracked and the egg liquid slowly flowed into the pan. He watched intently as the egg liquid slowly solidified in the pan, feeling a little nervous because he didn't want to mess up the fried egg. However, his skills seemed to be pretty good. One side of the fried egg soon turned golden brown. He carefully turned the fried egg over with a spatula and continued to fry the other side.
While the eggs were frying, he put the bread in the toaster. He set the timer and heat to the right setting, then began to chop the fruit. He cut the apple into small pieces and arranged them on a plate, creating a beautiful pattern. The eggs were done, and he placed them on a plate. The bread, toasted, popped out of the toaster with a ding. He placed the toast on another plate and carried the eggs, bread, and fruit to the table. He returned to the kitchen, poured the brewed coffee into a cup, and brought it back to the table.
Jiang Zhi had finished washing up and sat down at the dining table. She looked at the breakfast in front of her. Although it was simple, it was full of love. The fried eggs were golden and attractive, the toast exuded a faint wheat aroma, the fruit looked fresh and delicious, and the aroma of coffee filled the entire restaurant. Jiang Zhi smiled and said to Shen Qingchen, "It looks very good." Shen Qingchen scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "I know my cooking skills are not very good, but I will try my best." Jiang Zhi picked up the knife and fork, cut a small piece of fried egg and put it in her mouth. Although the taste of the fried egg was not as delicate as that in the restaurant, it had a unique warm taste. She took another bite of the toast. The bread had a soft texture and the wheat aroma spread in her mouth. She took a sip of coffee. The rich and mellow aroma of the coffee refreshed her. She looked at Shen Qingchen and said, "It's really delicious. This is the most special breakfast I have ever had."
Shen Qingchen was very happy after hearing what Jiang Zhi said. He sat opposite Jiang Zhi and watched her eat breakfast, feeling extremely happy. He remembered that when he was alone before, he always had a casual breakfast or ate it in a restaurant outside. But now, being able to prepare breakfast for his beloved and watching her enjoy the food he made was a feeling he had never had before. He suddenly felt that this was the feeling of home, a simple and real happiness.
Jiang Zhi was eating breakfast, her heart filled with emotion. She recalled the days when she was fostered in the countryside as a child. At that time, breakfast was always simple, and sometimes she didn't even have enough to eat. Later, after being adopted by her grandfather Jiang Yan, her living conditions improved a lot, but her grandfather was busy with work and rarely had time to eat breakfast together. But now, sitting with Shen Qingchen and eating the breakfast he made by himself, she felt the warmth of home, a warmth that she had never truly had in many years. She knew that this was the life she had always longed for, to have someone who loved her and a home of her own.
On this morning, the sun shone down on them as they enjoyed this simple yet blissful breakfast, as if time had stopped for them. Their love permeated the morning air, like the aroma of coffee, rich and lasting. They knew they had many days to spend together, through laughter and tears, hand in hand.
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