The next morning, Zhou Jin'an unusually left the house early. The kitchen was ready with breakfast, his favorite small wontons, but he didn't eat a bite and hurried away.
When Qiao En got up, Sister Rong popped her head out from the kitchen and muttered, "Is the young master attending an early meeting today? He'd been clamoring for small wontons the past couple of days, and I specially made them. Now, he doesn't appreciate it; looks like I'm getting old!"
Qiao En smiled and leaned in close to Sister Rong, "If he doesn't eat it, that's his loss. I love them. Cook two bowls later, and I'll call Xiaolu over to eat."
The servants urged Nian'en to get out of bed and brought her the prepared breakfast, with school time fast approaching, Nian'en still appeared bleary-eyed.
"Mom, when can I be like you? I really don't want to go to school."
She was only in primary school and already exhibited signs of school reluctance.
"After you finish college, then you can."