Chapter 1153 — All-Purpose Comfort
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"I feel so happy!" Feng Xiaoxiao rested her head on Wei Zhao's shoulder and quietly savored the serenity of the moment.
"If you like it, we can come watch the sunrise by the sea often from now on — every year," Wei Zhao said.
"Mm!" Feng Xiaoxiao's nose prickled and a faint sorrow crept in. Every year, was it ... perhaps this would be the last time in her life she would watch the sunrise from the seaside.
Wei Zhao had more or less guessed what Feng Xiaoxiao was thinking, and it only hardened his resolve to find some way to cure her.
The stars in the sky gradually faded, and above the sea and the horizon a pale pre-dawn whiteness began to appear.
"It's about to get light," Wei Zhao said. "Another new day."
"Yes — another day alive!" Feng Xiaoxiao sighed with feeling.
By this time, the young miss, Xiaoshu and Tang Zhi had already readied the cooking gear for the picnic.
"Brother Arrow, everything's ready — we can start now!" Shen Yushu came running over to say.
The preparation work was something they could manage, but the rest would have to be done by Wei Zhao himself.
"Xiaoxiao, wait for me a moment — I'll go make some breakfast," Wei Zhao said.
"Can't you ... not go? I don't want you to leave me ..." Feng Xiaoxiao said, a little clingy.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely have breakfast sorted before sunrise!" Wei Zhao said with a smile.
"Mm, all right then — I'll wait for you!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded.
Wei Zhao stood up and walked with Shen Yushu over to the spot where they had lit the fire the day before. He had the flames going in no time, but when he looked at the eggs on the ground he was stumped again. Yesterday they had done a barbecue, and all it took was setting the food on the grill — but these fried eggs, without a griddle or a frying pan, how was he supposed to fry them?
"If only I had a frying pan ..." Wei Zhao said with a bitter smile.
"We do!" Shen Yushu casually handed him a frying pan.
"Huh? You brought a frying pan too?" Wei Zhao blinked. "Do you have a spatula as well?"
"That too! For the all-purpose Shu, it's no problem at all!" Shen Yushu handed him a spatula.
"Uh ... all-purpose Shu indeed. Truly all-purpose ..." Wei Zhao gave a wry smile, unsure whether to praise Shen Yushu or give her a scolding.
When he had been driving, Wei Zhao had felt the car was heavy. Since Shen Yushu had even brought along a frying pan and a spatula, the trunk probably held a great deal more besides.
But right now Wei Zhao had no time to fret over such things — the pressing matter at hand was frying the eggs.
Wei Zhao quickly fried several eggs, gave some to Tang Zhi, the young miss and Xiaoshu, and carried the last two at a brisk pace over to Feng Xiaoxiao. "Here, eat up!"
Catching the aroma of the fried eggs, Feng Xiaoxiao was instantly stunned.
"How did you know I wanted fried eggs while watching the sunrise?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked, delightedly surprised.
"I didn't know. I just made them at random." Naturally Wei Zhao could not admit that he had peeked at Feng Xiaoxiao's phone. "Isn't this what people usually have for breakfast?"
"But here, right by the sea... I never imagined you could actually fry eggs!" Feng Xiaoxiao said, lifting the plate before her with delight.