Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The next day, just as dawn broke, they were woken up by the loudspeakers in the courtyard.

Song Yi: "Yaoyao, Xinrou, are you awake?"

"Hah—"

Tang Xinrou suddenly sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in a daze.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"Get up quickly, or you'll miss breakfast."

"Oh... okay."

Tang Xinrou tilted her head and knocked on her head, trying to drive the confusion out of her mind.

She narrowed her eyes and started to search for her clothes.

After putting on her clothes, she crawled out of bed like a wandering soul and suddenly realized...

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"Where's Yaoyao?!"

Why was the blanket beside her empty?

Song Yi called out once and just as she went downstairs, she bumped into Song Yaoyao who was running back.

She was dumbfounded. "Yaoyao, you're up so early?"

Song Yaoyao smiled shyly. "I can only sleep in my own bed (next to the same person). Since I couldn't sleep, I decided that I might as well get up and exercise."

"I really envy you young people. You're so energetic every day," Song Yi Sighed.

"Good morning."

A charming and pleasant young voice sounded from behind her. When Song Yi heard the voice, her eyes lit up and she greeted warmly, "Good morning."

At this moment, the others also woke up one after another and came down from upstairs.

Tang Xinrou was in a trance, walking over and leaning against Song Yaoyao.

She was a head taller than Song Yaoyao. By Song Yao's side, it was really impossible to think of her as a coquettish and delicate girl.

"Precious, when did you wake up? Isn't it too early?"

She had slept late last night, so she hadn't slept enough.

"Five o'clock."

"Five o'clock?! I give up!"

Tang Xinrou knocked on her head and hugged Song Yaoyao coquettishly. "I'm so sleepy."

"Even a pig is more diligent than you."

"What are you saying?" Tang Xinrou shot a glare at her. "That's nonsense."

Luo Xingguang pointed at the camera. "Pay attention, we're filming."

"Hmph!"

Tang Xinrou nudged Song Yaoyao. "I won't lower myself to a certain someone's level."

"Good morning."

Pan Shiyu was the last to come down. He stood on the stairs and looked down at the youthful and beautiful faces that had yet to shed their childishness. Instantly, he had a thought. "Am I taking care of a kindergarten?"

And were the people below the children who were crying for food?

"Pfff..."

Song Yi said, "Mr. Pan, if that's the case, then I might be a repeating student or the type of person who's stuck in kindergarten."

Dong Wen wanted to laugh but did not dare to.

Pan Shiyu said, "You're nothing compared to me. You're still a child compared to me."

He walked to the kitchen. "Come dear guests, please place your orders. What would you like to eat in the morning?"

Song Yaoyao was the first to raise her hand. "Strawberry cake!"

Yesterday, Pan Shiyu had prepared a small cake to welcome her arrival, but Song Yaoyao had not had enough.

Cough...

Pan Shiyu could not help but laugh. "Yaoyao, you really love sweets. But in the morning, you have to eat something healthy."

Song Yaoyao's expression visibly wilted.

"I'll make it for you in the afternoon. It'll be afternoon tea."

One sentence instantly revived Song Yaoyao.

"Thank you, Mr. Pan!"

After their interaction so far, everyone now dared to joke around with Pan Shiyu.

When they heard what he said, they immediately pretended to be displeased and said, "Mr. Pan is biased!"

"The guests haven't ordered yet!"

Pan Shiyu said, "So what? You were guests yesterday, but you still have to work today."

Everyone: "..."

In the end, they had a pancake and a small bowl of porridge each for breakfast. It was accompanied by the dried radishes that Pan Shiyu had made himself.

Through the huge glass window, they watched the rain outside. The pitter-patter on the ground sounded particularly pleasant.