Early in the morning, Lin Tianming was captivated by a strong aroma of food.
"Wow... it smells so good!"
Gradually opening his sleepy eyes, the friendly image of Jiang Han holding a bowl of vegetable porridge entered his sight.
"Little guy, you awake?"
Faced with Jiang Han's caring inquiry, Lin Tianming sat up and looked at the vegetable porridge in her bowl.
"Um, Teacher Jiang Han, is this breakfast sent by the people from Thunder Hall?"
Upon hearing Lin Tianming's words, Jiang Han flicked Lin Tianming's forehead with the hand she just freed.
"Silly boy, this is what your teacher made for you early in the morning! I don't trust those elders from Thunder Hall who dislike you to send you breakfast, I'm afraid they might drug your food, affecting your performance. That's why I personally checked the ingredients and cooked it myself!"
