At around six-thirty the next morning, Chen Feng got up.
At this time, Guo Mengyao, who was sharing the bed with him, was still sound asleep.
Chen Feng didn't wake her. He got out of bed, got dressed, washed up, and left the hotel room.
He needed to hurry home to have breakfast with his parents. He had already sent his mom a WeChat message in advance, saying he wanted to eat sticky rice.
Sure enough, when he got home, his mom, Zhao Xiaolan, had already prepared a pot of fragrant sticky rice.
Eating the sticky rice and sipping seaweed and egg drop soup, Chen Feng felt indescribably comfortable. While he was at it, he also told his parents about the progress on preparing the jewelry store, and mentioned that Yu Xiaohui would be handling the next stage of the preparations for him.
