I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

The noodles are chewy and smooth, and every strand seems to tell of the owner's careful attention.

A poached egg was also added in it. The egg was fried just right, with slightly browned edges and the yolk just solidified, presenting an attractive color.

Shen Yanqing also sprinkled some chopped green onions on the top. The emerald green onions dotted the surface, and the color looked extremely tempting.

After breakfast, Shen Yanqing and Song Manman wrote a note and left it on the table and decided to go out for a walk.

Today, the task of sending the children to school was Song Shi and Tang Yao's, so Song Manman and Shen Yanqing were happy and relaxed.

Whether it's cooking or picking up the children, the Song family takes turns.

Yesterday, Song Manman was responsible for picking up and dropping off the children, while Song Shi and Tang Yao were responsible for breakfast. Today, it was the other way around.

The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing. The gentle breeze is like a mother's hand, gently caressing your cheek.

The two did not drive, but walked hand in hand in an old alley not far from their home, enjoying this rare leisure time.

The old alley is full of stories. The branches and leaves of the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley sway in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance. The fragrance seems to carry the traces of time and makes people intoxicated.

Each leaf is like a symbol of memory, recording every bit of the past.

At the entrance of the alley sat a group of old people and children playing and fighting. The rustling sounds added a lot of life to this old alley.

Some of the old people were playing chess, arguing anxiously about who won; some were chatting and talking about family matters.

Children were laughing and playing nearby, their laughter as clear as silver bells, echoing in this ancient alley.

Walking out of the alley, Song Manman pointed to the coffee shop across the street and said, "That newly opened coffee shop seems good, do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Looking in the direction of Song Manman's finger, Shen Yanqing responded without hesitation.

Shen Yanqing held Song Manman's hand and walked into the coffee shop. The decoration in the store was different from Song Manman's coffee shop, with a hint of luxury. The decoration of this coffee shop was simple and warm.

The walls are painted in warm beige, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling, as if being in a warm embrace.

The lighting is soft and comfortable, illuminating every corner just right.

Next to each table is a row of bookshelves filled with a wide variety of books. Compared to a cafe, this looks more like a bookstore.

There are many types of books, ranging from literary classics to science fiction.

Song Manman took Shen Yanqing to find a seat by the window and ordered two cups of lattes and some desserts.

The sunlight outside shines through the window onto them, forming spots of light, which are like golden butterflies dancing on their bodies.

"This coffee shop is so special!" Feeling the exceptionally quiet atmosphere in the store, Song Manman couldn't help but lower her voice and whispered to Shen Yanqing.

There was surprise and curiosity on her face and her eyes were looking around.

Shen Yanqing looked around at the people around him, frowned in confusion, and whispered, "Those guests are all reading."

Shen Yanqing's eyes were full of doubts, however, after this moment of doubt, Shen Yanqing was gradually infected by this quiet and focused atmosphere, and the restlessness in his heart gradually subsided.