Early in the morning, Luo Qianqian crawled out of bed, washed up without needing her mother or brother to take turns calling her to get up, and by the time Luo Shufan came out, she was already sitting on the stool, starting to eat breakfast with a smile.
"Brother, good morning," Luo Qianqian said cheerfully.
"Good morning," The sister, who never greeted him before, suddenly did so today—couldn't help but feel it was some kind of illusion, right?
"Brother Lin hasn't gotten up yet? I'll put his share in the microwave so he can heat it up when he wakes up," Luo Qianqian finished her soy milk, grabbed a couple of buns, two sticks of fried dough, and placed another cup of soy milk in the microwave, then pulled out a sticky note to leave a message indicating where his meal was.
"Do you need to be so excited, considering what's going on tonight, to be this proactive in the morning?" Luo Shufan shook his head and ate his breakfast.