Upon seeing that message and the familiar emoji, a silly smile instantly blossomed on Cheng Qiuyu's cold face.
She quickly replied, "Good morning, Tang Song."
The two exchanged a few words about trivial matters.
By the time she got up, got dressed, and opened the door to leave her room, the smell of food had already filled the living room.
Li Meihua was busy with an apron on, smiling and calling out, "Qiuqiu, come eat. Mom made preserved egg and lean meat porridge for you."
"Oh." Qiuqiu responded and sat down at the dining table.
Soon, hot porridge, buns, and some side dishes were served one after another.
The sounds of eating filled the air.
Although there was still some distance between the mother and daughter, the atmosphere had eased a lot compared to before.
During the meal, Li Meihua looked at her daughter, who was almost unnaturally beautiful, and started talking about the house.
