The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 864 I will feel bad if my stomach gets hungry

Yan Bei then followed his instructions and went to the bathroom nearby, splashing cold water on his face. The cool sensation cleared his foggy mind a bit. When he came out, Shen Qing had already set breakfast.

He walked to the table and sat down. Shen Qing picked up a peeled egg and handed it to him, like she was taking care of a child. "Eat it quickly. Millet porridge is good for your stomach."

Yan Bei opened his mouth and took a bite. The warm porridge slid into his stomach, soothing his fatigue from a long night. He looked at the woman busying herself for him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. In the business world, he was the decisive and ruthless Yan Bei, but in front of Shen Qing, he was just a husband who needed care and warmth.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Yan Bei swallowed the food in his mouth and his voice became much softer.

"I'm worried about you." Shen Qing sat opposite him, holding her chin, watching him eat. "No matter how busy you are at work, you must take care of your health. What should I do if you collapse?" There was a hint of anger in her tone, but more of it was deep concern.

Yan Bei took her hand, which was on the table, and wrapped it tightly in his palm. His hands were a little cold from staying up late, so Shen Qing covered his hands with her own, trying to pass on her warmth to him.

"Got it. I'll try not to stay up late next time." Yan Bei promised in a low voice, looking at her with burning eyes, "It's great to have you here."

The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the two of them, creating a warm and beautiful picture.

At this moment, the office was no longer a cold business battlefield, but a harbor filled with love and warmth. Yan Bei knew that no matter how many storms he experienced outside, this woman would always be his strongest support and the warmest home when he was tired.

He ate faster, not because he was hungry, but because he wanted to finish quickly so that he could hug his wife who brought him sunshine and warmth.

After Yan Bei finished his meal, Shen Qing stood up and said, "Okay, I have to go back. The children are still at home! I have to take them to school later."

Yan Bei looked at Shen Qing and said, "Thank you so much, dear."

"Okay, don't be polite to me. I'll feel bad if you starve yourself."

Yan Bei smiled slightly, "I love you, my wife."

"You're an old married couple, so stop being so cheesy. I'm leaving now. If you're tired, take a rest."

"I understand." Yan Bei replied.

Then Shen Qing walked out of Yan Bei's office.

Drove home.

At the entrance, she changed out of her high heels and put on comfortable home slippers, her movements as light as a feather.

I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was seven o'clock. It was time for the children to wake up.

Shen Qing walked upstairs with light steps and pushed open the door to the children's room. The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Kang Kang was lying on the bed like a little frog, sleeping in a bold posture with his arms and legs spread out.

An An curled up in the quilt, revealing only a small part of her white neck and soft hair, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.

"An An, Kang Kang, get up." Shen Qing's voice was so gentle that it could squeeze out water. She walked to the bed and gently patted Kang Kang's little butt. "Little lazy boy, the sun is going to burn your butt."

Kang Kang muttered, turned over, buried his head in the pillow, and didn't want to wake up.

Shen Qing smiled helplessly, then turned to An An, leaned over to her ear, and coaxed her in an almost inaudible voice: "An An, Mommy will make you a delicious breakfast, okay? There's your favorite strawberry jam toast."

"Hmm..." An An's little nose twitched, her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Her voice was soft and nasal, just waking up: "Mom..."

"Hey, Mommy's here." Shen Qing immediately took An An's outstretched hand and gently kissed the back of her hand. "Hurry up and wash up. Breakfast will be ready soon."

With her mother's company and the temptation of delicious food, An An sat up obediently, rubbing her eyes. Shen Qing helped her put on her slippers and went to deal with the "stubborn little bull" Kang Kang.

"Kang Kang, look your sister is up, you can't be lazy anymore! Mom will make a loving breakfast for you today." Shen Qing half coaxed and half encouraged.

Kang Kang reluctantly opened his eyes and saw his sister standing beside the bed. He then slowly got up with his little mouth pouting, obviously not having slept enough.

After settling the two little ones to go to the bathroom to wash up, Shen Qing turned around, went downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang will not be here for a while, so she has to make breakfast for the children herself.

The kitchen was clean and tidy. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm golden edge on the worktop. Shen Qing put on an apron and skillfully began to prepare.

She first took fresh milk from the refrigerator and poured it into two cute cartoon milk pans, slowly heating it over low heat. Then she took out slices of bread and placed them in the toaster oven. Next, she took out a few free-range eggs and prepared to fry them into the children's favorite sunny-side-up eggs.

"Click!" Out popped a golden, crispy toast from the toaster oven. Shen Qing placed it on a plate and carefully spread a thin layer of strawberry jam on it. She knew An An preferred sweeter flavors, while Kang Kang preferred savory, so she prepared a fried egg and ham for Kang Kang's toast.

In the pan, the butter slowly melted, emitting an enticing aroma. Shen Qing cracked an egg into the pan, and the white quickly solidified, while the yolk remained an enticingly runny consistency.

She flipped the eggs skillfully, and soon, two round, sunny-side-up eggs were cooked. She also briefly fried the ham slices in the pan, drawing out the fat and making the aroma even more fragrant.

The milk was heated up, and she poured it into two mugs with bear patterns on them and let them cool for a while.

At this time, An An and Kang Kang had finished washing up, put on neat little clothes, and walked into the kitchen hand in hand.

"Mom, it smells so good!" An An tilted her little face upwards, her eyes sparkling as she watched the gradually increasing amount of food on the table.

Although Kang Kang was still a little listless, his stomach growled when he smelled the fragrance.

Shen Qing turned around with a gentle smile on her face: "Okay, little greedy cats, breakfast is ready, go to the restaurant and sit down."

She brought strawberry jam toast, ham and egg toast, warm milk to the table one by one, and cut a small plate of fresh strawberries and blueberries.

On the dining table, the sun was shining brightly, and the food was steaming and emitting an enticing aroma. An An and Kang Kang sat on their little chairs, picked up their little spoons, and began to eat in small bites.

"The toast my mom makes is the best!" An An praised vaguely while eating.

Kang Kang also nodded vigorously. His mouth was so full that he had no time to speak. He could only express his appreciation for his mother's cooking skills through actions.

Looking at the satisfied little faces of the children, Shen Qing's heart was also filled with joy.

Cooking soup for your loved ones and watching them enjoy the meal is the most ordinary yet touching happiness in the world.

The slight rush and fatigue I had just experienced when delivering breakfast to Yan Bei, at this moment, turned into the softest warmth in my heart.