Early morning.
Lin Qianqian got up, washed, and came downstairs to a mouthwatering aroma.
Zhou Fan was making breakfast.
"You're up. Breakfast is almost ready. Come eat." Zhou Fan had just finished the last dish and brought it over.
Lin Qianqian walked down the stairs and took a look at the dining table.
It was quite a spread.
Soy milk, steamed buns, and boiled eggs.
There were also tomato and egg noodles, egg and vegetable flatbread wraps, sandwiches, corn, and sweet potatoes.
"All this?"
"I was cooking anyway. Once we're done, I'll take the rest over for Little Ball and the others," Zhou Fan said.
Making breakfast for two was still cooking.
Making breakfast for five was also cooking.
There wasn't much difference.
Lin Qianqian sat down and ate in silence.
Zhou Fan was a little puzzled. He could see-or rather, sense-that Lin Qianqian didn't seem to be in a very good mood.
After all, they had lived together for so long and been through so much.
He couldn't claim to understand everything about Lin Qianqian.
But he could usually pick up on changes in her mood.
"Xixi, what's wrong? You don't seem to be in a very good mood."
Could it be her period again?
"It's nothing. It's none of your business," Lin Qianqian said.
In truth, it had everything to do with him.
She had remembered what happened last night, along with the tasks the system had issued.
Anger immediately welled up inside her.
It was all Zhou Fan's fault!
Why did he have to be so strong?!
If he weren't so strong, she wouldn't have lost the comparison and been forced to accept those tasks.
So it was all Zhou Fan's fault!
"If something's wrong, or you're having trouble with anything, you can tell me if you