Qin Ye watched his wife with a fervent glow in his eyes. Whenever his wife was present, his eyes had room for no one else.
The affection he carried seemed to overflow.
His gaze made it impossible for Rong Yan to voice any objections.
"... Yes, that’s exactly why I want to send him."
As soon as he said this, Qin Ye’s facial features softened even more, and the tender light that instantly radiated from his eyes was almost suffocating.
"You can sleep in a little longer, I don’t need to be sent off."
Despite his words, his tone revealed a happiness so palpable that even bystanders could feel it.
Rong Wenming felt he shouldn’t be there, he should leave immediately, as his presence was exceedingly redundant.
"I’ll leave you to talk, I’m going to check if your mother’s breakfast is ready."
After saying this, he headed toward the kitchen.
Seeing his father-in-law leave, Qin Ye approached his wife, "I actually don’t need to be sent off. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a while?"
"Sleep, what sleep? Enough of that, when are you leaving? After breakfast, or a bit later?"
"I’ll leave after the seven o’clock car arrives."
"Alright! Oh, I’ve prepared some things for you. Don’t forget to take them when you leave, I’ve put everything in the room."
Seeing her say this, Qin Ye felt a joy that he couldn’t suppress.
"... Thank you, dear." The feeling of being remembered is truly wonderful!
Especially since his wife was showing such concern for him!
"Alright, let’s go eat breakfast!" Rong Yan, whose eyes he had fixed on constantly, also felt her face heating up.
"Okay." Qin Ye nodded.
Then, Madam Rong came out with the breakfast.
The dining table was now set in the courtyard.
After all, it was not too hot at this time, and it was nice to eat outside.
"Qin, stop chatting and come eat breakfast." Madam Rong placed all the breakfast she had made on the table.
Rong Wenming also brought over the breakfast.
Qin Ye wanted to help, but Rong Wenming refused him, "No need, just sit down and eat."
Rong Yan called out to Qin Mei, "Meimei, come out for breakfast."
This was one of their most complete family breakfasts, as Rong Yan usually was the last to wake up. By the time she got up, others had already finished a round of chores.
Qin Mei ran over with a pitter-patter.
Breakfast consisted of white rice porridge, vegetable pancakes, and meat pancakes, plus a few boiled eggs.
"Qin, Meimei, come on, two eggs each." Madam Rong distributed the eggs to the two of them, and of course, to her own daughter as well.
"I’ll just take one." Rong Yan passed the other egg to her dad.
This made Rong Wenming very happy, "My girl is always so good to me."
Madam Rong rolled her eyes. Just one egg?
The person who makes breakfast for you with boiled eggs... should they be revered?
"Just you talk too much, hurry up and eat."
Rong Wenming sipped his porridge and bit into a vegetable pancake, "Ah, there’s nothing like home. The old saying is absolutely true; a golden mansion or a silver mansion is no match for one’s own doghouse."
Madam Rong scoffed, "Nonsense! Would Rong Wenze’s home count as a golden or silver mansion?"
The meals that Rong Wenze’s family made... calling them pig swill would be kind.
Also, they were so stingy, seeing Rong Wenming there eating... not a chance they would cook something good, probably not even something decent.

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