The morning porridge was a simple yet hearty meal. San's culinary skills were on the rise, as she honed her ability to be more generous with ingredients in the kitchen. The porridge had a wholesome quality, filling the room with a comforting aroma.
The dining area was enveloped in stillness, the perfect backdrop for a peaceful breakfast. Xu Feng took each spoonful with care, savoring the subtle flavors that graced the simple dish.
As he ate, he found himself smiling, unable to resist the contentment that had settled over him. It was a small joy, but a joy nonetheless.
Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian, on the other hand, were fixated on the young mistress seated at the head of the table. They observed Xu Feng closely, their eyes tracking his every move.
Each small noise he made while enjoying the porridge was not lost on them.