Uncle Zhong worriedly looked at the light from the kitchen on the second floor of the villa. Nanny Wang also got up and followed him out, whispering: "Is the young master up again to make breakfast for Miss Qiao?"
"Yes."
"This really is…"
Nanny Wang shook her head, feeling somewhat distressed.
More than half an hour later, breakfast was ready.
He turned on the dining room lights and carefully arranged breakfast on the table, setting out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.
Afterward, he walked into the bedroom and softly said to the empty bed, "Xiao Mo, it's time to get up."
The room gave no response; he waited for a while and then said again, "It's winter now; today is a bit chilly, you should wear more clothes."
A few minutes later, he returned to the table and began continuously putting food into the opposite bowl.
"Try it out, see if my cooking skills have improved. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day, okay?"
