Shen Shengqi didn't sleep all night.
At four in the morning, he crawled out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for his parents.
The Shen Shiqing couple had to go to work and usually got up at six thirty in the morning. They were used to grabbing a couple of buns and a cup of soy milk at the hospital cafeteria for a quick meal.
But today, when they came out of the room, they saw a lavish breakfast already laid out on the dining table.
Jianbing guozi, fried dough sticks, small steamed buns, egg tarts, dumplings, white rice porridge, mung bean porridge, red bean porridge, tea eggs, small shumai, small meat buns, prepared soy milk, and mixed milk powder.
Everything on display, richly packed.
Let alone their breakfast for the three of them, it would take a whole day to finish it all.
The Shen Shiqing couple exchanged a glance, silently wondering: Could it be that Little Shengqi is heartbroken?
