The next day.
Xiao Die rose early. As usual, once she had dressed herself neatly, she began bustling about Chunhe Garden.
Fetching water, cleaning, preparing breakfast.
Because there had been several times when she had risen later than Chen Yi, she had steeled herself, determined that from now on, she would always get up before Son-in-law.
And these past few days, that had indeed been the case.
Every day, Xiao Die would finish tidying up before going to serve Chen Yi as he got up. After breakfast, she would see him off to Jishi Pharmacy.
That alone was enough to make her happy for an entire day.
Truth be told, she was simply such a pure-hearted maidservant.
By the time she had finished everything, dawn had only just begun to break.
Xiao Die looked over the freshly cleaned study room, the sitting room, and the Eight Immortals Table, upon which fried dough sticks, porridge, several pastries, and side dishes had been laid out.
A sweetly foolish smile could not help appearing on her little face.
"Time to wake Son-in-law and help him dress."
But the moment her words fell, footsteps sounded outside. Chen Yi, his long robe immaculate, walked in.
He glanced at the breakfast on the table, smiled as he praised Xiao Die for being sensible, then sat down at the table on his own and picked up a fried dough stick, stuffing it into his mouth.
Xiao Die stared blankly at him. The smile on her face froze, and even the light in her eyes seemed to dim.
Oh dear, Son-in-law had gotten up early again today.
Chen Yi failed to notice anything unusual about her. After finishing one fried dough stick and taking a sip of porridge, he said, "Xiao Die, remember to have the kitchen pickle