Nothing was said that night.
"Mom, what are we having for breakfast?" Early the next morning, Yang Chuxia saw that Ms. Wang was already busy in the kitchen, so she asked casually.
"Fried rice, Qingtong said yesterday that they wanted to have egg fried rice."
Yang Chuxia nodded and then suddenly said, "Mom, make a little more, and I'll take a bowl to Brother An later."
Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang's face looked a bit odd, thinking that her daughter was more outgoing than she thought, and wondered why she hadn't noticed it before.
However, Ms. Wang still listened to Yang Chuxia's words, made some more rice in a bigger pot, and added two more eggs.
While Yang Chuxia was cleaning her teeth with green salt and washing her face, Ms. Wang had almost finished the meal.
Yang Chuxia took a large bowl and filled it with rice, then added some side dishes on top, and carried it to Ye Zi'an's house.
When she arrived at Ye Zi'an's house, Ye Zi'an was tending the fire in front of the stove.