Rarely does An An show such initiative, so Qiao Lu decided to leave breakfast to her, also wanting to taste her cooking skills.
Lunchtime, would Counsellor Feng be coming back? Might also ask when Mingfei will be able to come.
Qiao Lu knew that the boy's unit was classified and she couldn't find out his whereabouts.
But Mr. Feng should know; the mission is confidential, but they usually know roughly when they'll return.
Right now, for Qiao Lu, the boy's lifelong matters were the most crucial.
He was already nearing thirty, well into the late marriage age.
When she and Mr. Feng got married, it was also delayed for long, as marrying in the military is truly not easy.
In the kitchen, An An opened the fridge and saw eggs, noodles, and vegetables, including tomatoes.
She walked out, "Aunt Qiao, can I make you tomato and egg noodles for breakfast?"
"Sure."
Looking at obedient An An, regardless of how her cooking turned out, Qiao Lu felt very content with just her thoughtfulness.
