Mo Shangjun calmly finished her soy milk and soup dumplings.
The soy milk was warm and unsweetened, tasting rather bland. The soup dumplings had no filling, but the dough was kneaded quite well, soft and fluffy, making them decent to eat.
Without using any dipping sauce, Mo Shangjun finished the dumplings with the soy milk.
However, Ya Tianxing still hadn't touched the breakfast.
"The breakfast is getting cold," Mo Shangjun reminded.
"..."
Focused on driving, Ya Tianxing didn't respond to her.
Feeling a bit awkward, Mo Shangjun leaned back in her seat, occasionally letting her gaze linger on the breakfast in the passenger seat, lost in thought.
By the time they reached Tuolin Town, it was already noon. The sun burned fiercely, the roadside greenery glistening in the light. If you opened the car window even a little, the rolling heat waves would rush in, making you feel as if your skin might be burned.
