Because she went to bed too late, Su Man felt groggy when the alarm rang the next day and had several strange dreams.
But she was young and in good shape. After washing her face, she was almost completely refreshed.
Once she finished cleaning up, she remembered that Lu Yuwen didn't have a towel, toothbrush, or cup yet, so she hurried downstairs and called out along the staircase:
"Aunt Zhang, can you help me gather a set of toiletries?"
There was no response.
At this hour, Aunt Zhang should already be here.
Su Man shuffled down to the first floor in her slippers and heard voices coming from the direction of the kitchen—
"Mr. Lu, this porridge you made is just wonderful! Truly impressive. I've taken note of your method, and next time my wife wants porridge, I'll make it this way too."
"I work in the restaurant business—not exactly a chef—but I do know a bit about cooking. Honestly, your original method is pretty good too…"
