"I'll have some soy milk, I've been feeling a bit hot lately," Windy Armstrong replied.
Olivia Armstrong poured Windy a cup of soy milk.
Breakfast was simple.
Isla Astir mixed a small dish of sour wood ear mushrooms and fried some pickled vegetable and shredded pork.
She steamed bread and Mantou, fried a few youtiao, and paired it all with a bowl of plain porridge, which was simple but heartwarming and tummy-warming on a cold winter day.
Windy smiled and said, "Isla has always been more sensible than our family's Snowy since she was little, and she's still so sensible after growing up."
At this point, Windy sighed lightly, "Our Snowy has grown so big, but she hasn't prepared breakfast for us yet!"
Hearing her sister praising her own daughter, Olivia of course was happy, but she didn't forget to comfort her sister, "Sis, it's rare for Isla to cook, and this time she did it because you came. If you hadn't come, she'd be waiting for me to cook for her."
