The soft clinking of porcelain echoed in the quiet kitchen, Guan Niang stood near the stove, dressed in a nightgown. She stirred a small pot of congee, until a footsteps made her eyes narrow slightly. “You’re awake,” she said, not turning around. Y/N replied groggily. “Morning?” she turned to face him fully now, one hand on her hip, the other holding a spoon like a pointer. “You said you’d get up early to fix that shelf!!. Look at the time. It's almost midday!”
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27/04/2025