"Ningning awake?"
Wen Rufeng looked at his daughter-in-law standing at the doorway, asking with a beaming smile.
An Ning nodded. "Mom, good morning."
"Good morning, good morning, Ningning, what would you like for breakfast? Chinese or Western?" Wen Rufeng, clad in a white dress, asked affectionately, her fresh and elegant demeanor as welcoming and refreshing as morning dew.
Seeing such a mother-in-law, An Ning was once again touched.
Although her marriage to Yu Jingchen wouldn't last long, just a brief year, she indeed found herself growing fond of this mother-in-law.
Just like her own mom, very dear.
But that's how wealthy families are, always innovating with breakfast.
She really didn't know what type she should eat.
Yu Jingchen caught one look at her and knew what she was worried about, pampering her with a smile. "Let's prepare both, a fusion of Chinese and Western."