7 A.M.
Cheng Ruowei got up early, saw that Zeran and Jiajia were still asleep, and tiptoed out after washing up.
She bought fresh ingredients in record time, then donned an apron and set to work making breakfast in the kitchen.
Hearing the noise, Di Zeran woke up and came out rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"Mommy, are you making little wontons? Then I'll wash up and get dressed quickly and come out."
Di Zeran, dressed in his fluffy pajamas, looked like a soft and squishy glutinous rice ball.
Hearing this, Cheng Ruowei intervened, "You just need to wash up, there's no need to change clothes to have breakfast. Change when we go out later."
"Can I eat breakfast in my pajamas?"
"Of course, you can. Who says you can't eat breakfast in pajamas?"
Cheng Ruowei came out of the kitchen, and without washing her hands, she gently rubbed his cheek with the back of her clean hand.
"Zeran, is it comfortable wearing pajamas?"
"Very comfortable, they're fluffy and warm."