Shen Jingxiu was awakened by a series of jingling and clanging noises.
Actually, the noise wasn't that loud, but his sleep had been rather light these past two days, so the slightest sound would rouse him.
Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, he discovered it was only just past five in the morning.
At five o'clock in winter, the sky outside was still dark, and it was abnormal for such noises to be coming from the house at that hour.
He got out of bed and descended the stairs, following the sounds to the kitchen.
Before he had even reached the doorway, he spotted a slender figure busy at work.
Obviously, that silhouette didn't belong to Mrs. Zhang, nor to any of the house's other servants.
It belonged to Wenyan!
But why was she up so early, cooking in the kitchen?
Shen Jingxiu felt puzzled and hastened his step.
"Wenyan, what are you doing here?"
As Shen Jingxiu approached from behind, Wenyan was concentrating deeply on slicing tomatoes.