He had not expected that his young wife was such a shy person inside.
In the interstellar era, this was rare, yet it unexpectedly pleased Fu Xing.
...
An hour later, Lin Fu came downstairs freshly dressed and saw that Fu Xing had already changed into his formal Junior General's uniform, sitting upright at the dining table reading the military newspaper. Breakfast and juice were set on the table in front of him.
It seemed he was waiting for her while working.
Lin Fu sat down in another chair and was delighted to find that breakfast was actually porridge, cooked with a full range of colors, aromas, and flavors, containing various grains.
"Porridge?" This guy usually can't wait to have nutrient fluids for all three meals, right?
Such a troublesome preparation for breakfast.
"You should like it."
"How do you know I like it?"
Fu Xing put down the military newspaper, "I've checked all your meal records, it wasn't hard to find."
