The milk had expired, so he had to use soy milk instead. Shu Ze spread orange jam on the bread and took a small bite. The fruity flavor made people feel like they were staying under the orange tree. The fresh breakfast started the day's life routine.
Shu Chuan drank a cup of tea and walked to the window. It was the gardenia season, and a few small white flowers bloomed outside the glass window. The holy flowers stretched like clouds, and the light fragrance blew with the wind to the living room of this apartment of dozens of square meters.
"Ozawa, I have to work overtime today. There is corn rice in the refrigerator. Just heat it up in the microwave." As he spoke, Shuchuan gently packed away Ozawa's summer homework and put the used books into his schoolbag.
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