Late May, Wednesday morning.
Li Ye got up early and helped his grandmother make breakfast.
When Wu Juying saw Li Ye enter the kitchen, she immediately said displeasedly, "Juan and Ying still aren't up? At their age, they've already learned to be lazy."
Li Ye smiled. "They pestered me to talk about international politics last night. I talked in one breath until two in the morning. They're at the age when they love to sleep—how could they possibly get up now?"
"Then how could you get up?"
Wu Juying said angrily, "You're the one who spoiled them. I've never even seen you dote on your own younger sister this much."
Li Ye rubbed his nose and muttered, "Xiao Ruo follows my mother around overseas every day. Even if I wanted to spoil her, I wouldn't get the chance!"
"Hmph. Three generations of poor peasants in this family, yet you've raised a whole nest of young ladies."
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Wu Juying had only just scolded him when she saw Li Juan rush into the kitchen with a bird's-nest mess of hair, lowering her head as she hurriedly helped with breakfast.
She had helped Han Chunmei cook for the family ever since she was little. It was just that she had been so engrossed in Li Ye's account of the international situation last night that, after lying down, she chatted with Li Ying and Zhao Meiwen for a long time. She had only dozed off near dawn, so naturally she had overslept.
Wu Juying had been scolding people just moments ago, but when she saw Li Juan working briskly with her head lowered, her heart softened despite herself.
Still, she kept a stern face and said, "Juan, later, go obediently to school with your brother. Go to your brother's workplace for lunch at