Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

When Zhou Ying went downstairs, she smelled the aroma of food. At first, she thought it was a hallucination, but when she came to the living room and saw the sumptuous breakfast on the table, she realized that she was not dreaming.

She stood there stunned for a moment, when suddenly He Ziyu's voice came from behind her.

Good morning, Mom.

Zhou Ying turned around at the sound and saw He Ziyu wearing her floral apron and holding a steaming pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork. She was immediately surprised, "Ayu, what are you doing...?"

"You usually make breakfast for us, but today you can try my cooking too." He Ziyu put down the pot, took off his oven mitts, and muttered to himself, "This is the first time I've made this porridge, I don't know how it will taste."

Zhou Ying was already moved to tears when her son got up early to prepare breakfast for the whole family, which was unprecedented for him. She didn't care about the taste at all.

Ignoring that He Ziyu was still busy setting the table, Zhou Ying rushed over, hugged him, and kissed him.

"My dear son, you are so adorable..."

"Hey Mom! You've drooled on my face!"

Although He Ziyu's physical body was not yet an adult, his soul was still that of a young man in his twenties. Being hugged and kissed by his mother like this was really quite uncomfortable for him.

He struggled in Zhou Ying's arms like an eel, both laughing and crying, desperately begging for mercy.

He Ningqiu arrived in the living room and happened to see this scene.

He Ziyu and Zhou Ying were laughing and joking around, and the sight of them hurt his eyes.

He is also a father's son, so why can't he live with his biological mother like He Ziyu? Why can he only hide in the shadows, like a maggot that can't see the light?

He Ningqiu clenched his fists tightly, his face grim.

"Ning Qiu, you're awake too?"

Zhou Ying glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed He Ningqiu standing at the bottom of the stairs. She quickly invited him to come and eat.

He Ningqiu pursed his thin lips and quickly put on a gentle and harmless smile. "I was hoping to get up early to help, but I didn't expect you to get up even earlier than me."

He Ziyu sneered.

On the first day of school in his previous life, He Ningqiu made breakfast. His father and mother praised him highly, saying he was sensible. At that time, He Ziyu didn't take it to heart, only thinking that his younger brother was too well-behaved, so well-behaved that it was abnormal.

Looking back now, he wasn't exactly well-behaved; he was just a master actor with a belly full of wicked schemes.

It was a rare treat for Zhou Ying to have her son make breakfast by himself, so she was in a great mood. She told He Ningqiu to sit wherever she liked, and then went upstairs to wake up He Lianghan, who was still asleep.

……

He Lianghan was called out for drinks by an old friend last night and didn't return until almost midnight. He was already feeling unwell after being hungover, and his wife had to wake him up, making him even more irritable.

However, when he saw the congee with preserved egg and lean pork that He Ziyu had personally cooked for him, his bad mood vanished instantly.

"When did you learn all this?" He Lianghan was delighted, but even more surprised.

Spoiled by his wife, He Ziyu was waited on hand and foot all day long, never lifting a finger. Logically speaking, he shouldn't even know how to turn on the gas stove, so how could he possibly do these things?

"There are recipes online, and I followed them," He Ziyu said as he served his father porridge. "You can tell me what you like to eat, and I'll learn how to make it."

After He Ziyu finished speaking, not only He Lianghan, but even Zhou Ying was stunned.

It's already incredible that my son would spontaneously make breakfast, but He Ziyu actually said that he would have to learn something new for them.

"Um..." He Ningqiu couldn't help but interrupt, "I can actually do these things too. If you're tired, you can let me do it."