The next morning, as the first rays of light from Qiming Star filtered through the window and fell upon Qin Feng's chiseled face, he slowly opened his eyes.
There was no cold notification for a system mission. It was a long-lost luxury to be woken naturally by the sun.
He followed the routine from memory, washing up before heading into the kitchen.
His father, Qin Dahai, had already prepared a simple breakfast: two steaming bowls of noodles with shredded pork, each topped with a golden-yellow fried egg.
"You're awake? Eat up. After you're done, hurry and report to the school. It's your first day on the job—don't be late."
Qin Dahai pushed one of the bowls toward Qin Feng, his voice tinged with a mix of novelty and amusement.
Qin Feng smiled but didn't say much, simply lowering his head to eat.
The familiar, rich flavor of the home-cooked broth was incredibly comforting.
