"Xiaomei?" Li Jianghai rubbed his eyes. "Why are you still home? Shouldn't you go to the shop with Minghua at this hour?"
Wu Xiaomei wiped the flour off her hands and said with a smile, "Dad, I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to always have you make breakfast. So I got up early today and asked Minghua to go to the shop first."
Li Jianghai was stunned for a moment, then felt a warm feeling in his heart. He walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot and took a look: "Wow, this porridge is quite thick."
"Just sit down and rest for a while. It'll be ready soon." Wu Xiaomei chopped pickles deftly. "I steamed your favorite red bean paste buns and scrambled an egg."
Li Jianghai sat down at the table, watching his daughter-in-law busy at work. He suddenly remembered the argument he had with his wife last night, and a look of embarrassment washed over him. He cleared his throat and asked, "Um...where's your mother?"
"Mom went out early this morning," Wu Xiaomei said as she placed the steaming porridge on the table. "She said she was going to the Hongxing Street intersection to discuss something with Aunt Feng."
Li Jianghai hummed a sound and lowered his head to drink his porridge. It was cooked perfectly, the rice grains blooming, much better than his usual porridge. He stole a glance at his daughter-in-law, thinking that this girl was even more considerate than his own son.
"Dad, try this." Wu Xiaomei put a piece of scrambled egg in his bowl. "I added some chopped green onions. See if it suits your taste."
Li Jianghai took a bite and nodded repeatedly. "Not bad, not bad. Even better than the ones in state-owned restaurants." He paused and said, "From now on... from now on, you don't have to bother with this. The shop is busy, and you two just need to take care of the business."
Wu Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled. "It's not a big deal. It's my duty." She turned around and filled another bowl of porridge and left it there. "It's perfect for when Mom comes back. It won't burn her mouth."
The sunlight from outside shone through the glass, falling on the dining table, illuminating the bowls of porridge. Li Jianghai suddenly felt that this life was quite comfortable.
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