C81 Mr Howe's Drag-and-drop

In the morning, before Yan Wan's alarm clock had rung, Qiao Jiahui had grabbed it from the bed.

She drowsily washed her face. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"What does Lyichen like to eat for breakfast?"

Yan Wan washed her face with water and answered casually, "Light side dishes and porridge, or milk salad."

Qiao Jiahui looked at Yan Wan with a measuring gaze