6:30 AM.
Mo Shangjun, who had taken a stroll outside the residential compound, appeared at Chen Lu's rental place.
There, Chen Lu dutifully made her breakfast.
The three old guys who had previously taken Mo Shangjun in didn't have good living habits themselves and hadn't paid much attention to Mo Shangjun's meals and daily routine. Mo Shangjun was also the type who only thought about eating after finishing her tasks, and over time, she developed the habit of having irregular meals.
Normally, Chen Lu couldn't supervise her when she was out, but when she was around, he took care of such small matters whenever possible.
While Chen Lu was busy wrapping dumplings in the kitchen, Mo Shangjun sat on the sofa watching military news, the very image of an ungrateful little brat.
On the TV, the latest fighter jets were being showcased. Mo Shangjun felt a twinge of envy but soon came to terms with the reality that she'd likely never pilot one and silently changed the channel.