But most of the time, Ms. Jiang just buys something on the way to work for breakfast. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. Getting up so early to make breakfast is a waste of time. She can just buy something to eat on her way to work. It doesn't take that long at all.
Rather than getting up early to make breakfast, she prefers to sleep in a little longer and get some rest.
As for Wan Ge making breakfast for her, whenever she did so, Ms. Jiang would not only praise her but also give her some material rewards as a reward for her diligence in getting up to make breakfast.
Just then, Ms. Jiang came downstairs yawning, and Wange immediately went up to her: "Mom, why are you up so early too? Don't you have to go to work?"
Ms. Jiang replied naturally, "I haven't gotten used to the unfamiliar environment yet, so I'll sleep a little longer from now on. I have to say, the bed is really soft and comfortable."
If it weren't for her lifestyle habits, Ms. Jiang felt she could sleep forever. Rich people really do have different mattresses; they're so comfortable to sleep on. And she didn't experience any back pain or stiffness.
"I'm glad you like it." Mr. Mo spoke up at this moment. Ms. Jiang seemed to only then notice that someone was there, and greeted him politely, "Good morning, Mr. Mo."
"Good morning, Ms. Jiang. Let's have breakfast together. It was made by Wan Ge herself, and it's really delicious."
Ms. Jiang glanced at her and quickly understood from her eyes, so she immediately said, "Yes, Wan Ge's breakfast is really delicious. I remember that she started learning because she felt sorry for me and thought that I was too busy with work. She couldn't bear to see me get up so early to make breakfast, so she started learning."
At this point, Ms. Jiang looked at Wange with a mixture of heartache and helplessness, while at the same time there seemed to be a hint of joy in her eyes. She then stepped forward and hugged Wange, saying, "I'm so sorry, Wange! These years should have been an extremely wonderful life, but it's all my fault for not checking properly."
At this moment, Madam Mo also came downstairs. She hadn't been sleeping well because she was thinking about her biological daughter. Since her husband had already gone downstairs for breakfast, she decided to come down as well, but she didn't expect to overhear their conversation.
"This isn't something you can decide. When the children were born, I doubt we even looked at them closely. Even if we had, newborns look so alike, who could tell them apart?" Madam Mo said helplessly.
Yes, apart from skin color, newborn babies all look pretty much the same; there's nothing strange about them. Even if she looked closely, what could she do? By the time she returned to his side, she already had the disease. Even if she remembered the symptoms, she would only remember another daughter.
"Mom, you're up so early too." Wan Ge stepped forward and whispered to her.
Madam Mo nodded, looking at her daughter with even more heartache: "But darling, you really don't need to cook for yourself, you don't need to work so hard."
"It's not hard work for me, I enjoy it," Wan Ge said earnestly. "It's an honor for me to cook for my parents."
Since he had already said that, Mr. and Mrs. Mo had nothing more to say. They simply told them to sit down and have breakfast.
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When Mo Ruoqing came downstairs, she saw four people sitting at the dining table having breakfast, looking very harmonious.
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