The next morning, Lin Feng got up early to make breakfast for the children. Zhang Yuxi woke up not long after.
"It's still early. Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit?"
Zhang Yuxi shook her head. "I can't. Is there anything I can help with?"
"Peel this," Lin Feng said, pointing to a cucumber beside them.
For many years, Zhang Yuxi had maintained a very regular routine. With Lin Feng taking care of the household, she didn't need to worry about much and could spend more time on her career.
But looking back now, she suddenly realized that the children had all grown up. Remembering the past, Zhang Yuxi felt a pang of guilt. For so many years, as a mother, it felt like she hadn't done much for them. Lin Feng had always been the one taking care of everything.
That was why she didn't go back to sleep after waking up today. Instead, she went to the kitchen to see if she could help—to do something for her children, who were also quite busy with their work.
