The next day, everyone woke up as usual and did their early morning training. Before sitting at the dining table for breakfast.
Steam rose from the dishes in wisps, mingling with the morning light. The aroma of mung bean porridge, pan-fried dumplings, and spirit pickled greens filled the air as Li Jain and his seven sons.
Li Jain moved between them, topping off bowls with a faint smile on his lips. "Eat more, everyone. There's a busy day ahead."
Li Zhang, always first to dig in, grinned as he reached for his second bun. "Is today a special occasion, Father? You even made my favorite bean paste cakes for breakfast."
Li Yuhan answered before Li Jain could, twirling his chopsticks with practiced ease. "You're always celebrating your own appetite, Zhang."
"Let him eat," Li Cheng said with a light smile: "He'll need the energy to talk through breakfast."
That earned a round of giggles, even from the reserved Li Jingsheng, who quickly covered his smile with his sleeve.
