Qin Yin lightly cleared her throat, walked up to the dining table, and looked at the items there: milk, bread, and also fried dough sticks and soy milk. Truly a fusion of East and West, a mixed meal.
"Mommy, did you sleep well?" Nianzhi was reluctant to put down his Transformers but still turned his head to talk to Qin Yin.
"Mm, I slept well. How did you sleep last night, Nianzhi?" Qin Yin asked while picking up the milk and taking a sip.
Only then did Nianzhi reluctantly let go of his Transformers, ran over to Qin Yin, and said, "Mommy, Daddy said I need to supervise you and make sure you reheat the breakfast before eating it. You can't drink cold milk."
"Uh..." Qin Yin looked at the milk in her hand and said to Nianzhi, "It's not that cold yet."
"No way, it must be reheated. That's my task today. Daddy said you have to reheat it, no slacking off."
Qin Yin was speechless, but she still took the breakfast to the kitchen to reheat it.
