"Brother, time for breakfast! Get up quickly!"
Miaomiao's crisp shout came from outside the bedroom. This was the third time she called, so Lin Jie couldn't justify staying in bed any longer. He got up, washed quickly, and left the bedroom.
Still wearing a sun hat, Miaomiao was busy slicing some cooked food on a small cutting board on the desk.
On the table were already two bowls of plain porridge, two sliced salted duck eggs, a small plate of pan-fried fish, and a packet of white sliced bread bought from the supermarket.
Lin Jie originally disapproved of eating in the office.
After eating, the smell of food would linger in the office, and no matter how thoroughly it was cleaned, some food residue would remain, attracting bacteria and little bugs.
But in recent days, seeing Miaomiao busily moving around like a homemaker, Lin Jie reluctantly agreed to make an exception, convincing himself to endure it.
