The next morning.

Meng Qingzhou woke up early as usual, ready to make breakfast, but he heard the clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen.

"You're up, wash your hands and come eat." Dongfang Liuli, wearing an apron, smiled warmly at Meng Qingzhou as she carried two bowls of plain congee. The dining table in the living room was already filled with breakfast dishes.

Meng Qingzhou, blind and unable to see, was momentarily stunned by the aroma of the steaming dishes and buns on the table.