Amidst the billowing steam, the familiar, lively aroma of food quickly dispelled the morning's loneliness.
He ordered a bowl of steaming hot soy milk, a freshly fried dough stick, and two steamer baskets of soup dumplings for himself.
The warmth of the food spread from his stomach, seeming to soothe the hollow ache of longing in his heart.
Once he'd eaten his fill, Shen Yuan didn't forget about his parents.
He knew that Old Shen and Ms. Zhang Yuyan were definitely still asleep.
He gently pushed open the front door. Just as he expected, the living room was silent.
He placed the breakfast for his parents on the dining room table, then knocked on the master bedroom door.
"Mom! Breakfast is on the table!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Shen Yuan dashed back to his bedroom.
Waking someone from a sweet dream was an immoral thing to do, even if it was just to get them up for breakfast.
A warm, familiar scent filled the air, washing over him.
