Early the next morning, Qin Xue got up to make breakfast. She had gone to bed late last night, but knowing she had things to do today, she didn't dare to linger in bed, fearing she might miss important tasks, so as soon as she woke up, she got out of bed to avoid falling back asleep.
"Morning, Qin Xue," Fang Xiu said as she came out to make breakfast, only to find Qin Xue already making pancakes.
"Morning, Xiu," Qin Xue replied, not stopping her work, kneading the dough continuously—the more elastic the dough, the better it tasted.
"Need any help?" Fang Xiu asked Qin Xue after finishing her morning routine.
"Help me get the pickles from that jar to go with the porridge later." Qin Xue thought of the pickles Chu Xiaoqiao had given her yesterday that she hadn't eaten yet. Today, they would go perfectly with the porridge.
"Where did these come from?" Fang Xiu asked, recognizing the jar but certain it wasn't from Qin Xue's shop.
