Qin Yu sensed something off about the question and the tone, and instantly realized he might have misspoken.
So he quickly tried to correct himself, "No, my sister-in-law is always the first one to get up in our family."
Madam Rong: ...
The first one up, that early?
She was hardly convinced.
Fortunately, Qin Yu was a clever boy and added some details: "Before my elder brother was injured, he and my sister-in-law used to get up at the same time. Since his injury, it has always been my sister-in-law who gets up the earliest to make breakfast for us."
Madam Rong: ...
It sounded like there was no issue.
But—she had her serious doubts.
Her own daughter, wasn’t she well-acquainted with her? Being industrious was hardly her thing.
Besides, her daughter seldom cooked at home, and it has been just over two years... Could she have changed that much?
"...Oh, then let her get up and make breakfast tomorrow morning."
Qin Yu: ...
That was a difficult response for him.
Because he also didn’t know if his sister-in-law would be able to get up, since besides his injured brother, she was the one who always rose the latest in the family.
But no matter, he was there... Tomorrow he could make breakfast.
"Let’s eat. Try this soy milk, and the meat buns too. The soy milk is bought, but the meat buns were made by your aunt, and they’re quite good. You should eat a lot."
Qin Yu nodded obediently, "They smell great, must be delicious."
Rong Yan, who had just come downstairs, heard this and raised an eyebrow. This kid was much more eloquent than he was at home.
Look at him buttering up her mother, who was all smiles with joy.
"Eating soy milk and buns? That’s nice. I haven’t had soy milk in such a long time." She wasn’t wrong; after time-traveling here, she really hadn’t had any.
When Madam Rong saw her, she wanted to say a few words about how late it was, but ultimately, she didn’t have the heart. If it had been back home, no matter how late they slept, she and her husband wouldn’t have commented much.
Moreover, now that she had been away from home for so long and had finally returned, what was there to say?
"Go quickly and brush your teeth; it won’t taste good if it gets cold."
"Sure, I’ve been wanting to try Mom’s handmade buns!"
Madam Rong couldn’t quite suppress the upward curve of her lips, "You silver-tongued girl, hurry up, I’m going to check on your father."
As soon as her dad was mentioned, Rong Yan’s focus shifted, "How is he? Is he awake?"
"He woke up earlier, seemed a bit confused, but should be better now. I’ll go check on him."
"Okay, I’ll come by in a bit." There was no washroom upstairs, and it wasn’t appropriate for her to wash up in her personal space.
So she had no choice but to go downstairs.
If she went to see her dad without washing up... she wouldn’t want to. After all, he was there and wasn’t going anywhere.
She went downstairs to brush her teeth, and after Madam Rong told Qin Yu to start eating, she returned to her room.
Looking at the person on the bed, whose spirits seemed better than the day before, she had to admit... her daughter truly seemed to have some talent, indeed it looked like she had a certain gift.
"How come, your mood isn’t better yet?"
Mr. Rong: ...
His daughter married off without a peep, of course, he wasn’t in a good mood.
But then he thought about how the young man had saved her, and all his anger dissipated.


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