The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

It was a new day, and Ye Shu had already gotten up before the sky outside was fully bright.

There are less than two weeks left before Ye Shu officially takes over the coffee shop from Chen Xing and becomes the manager.

Since she had to get up early, she naturally had to set her alarm earlier. But the problem was that Ye Shu wasn't sleeping alone; there was someone else beside her.

Ye Shu had also discussed with them that they would need to get up early during this period, so in order not to disturb their rest, they would see if they could sleep in separate rooms temporarily.

But the four of them seemed to have agreed beforehand, their stories were all the same, and it just wouldn't work.

Well... Ye Shu had no choice but to come up with a solution: she would put her phone on vibrate mode, turn the vibration up to the maximum, and then put it under her pillow before going to sleep.

The pillow would block out the ringtone, leaving only a soft buzzing sound, but for him, that buzzing sound would still travel directly into his brain.

This method was very effective, but for Ye Shu, it was a real torment.

Although he seems perfectly fine when traveling by car or plane, this high-frequency vibration makes him feel like his brain is resonating with it every morning, leaving him dazed and confused, as if he's drunk.

But it did eliminate the risk of me going back to sleep after lying in bed, because lying down is really uncomfortable, and this kind of dizziness needs to be relieved by sitting up.

The first thing Ye Shu does every morning when she sits up in bed is to habitually turn her head to look at the sleeping face of the person next to her.

Looking at her sleeping peacefully, Ye Shu couldn't get enough of her. He still has several photos of her that he secretly took on his phone. He takes them out to look at them from time to time, which is a way for him to recharge after a tiring day.

However, today, when he was shaken awake again and sat up to look around, the battery wasn't charging.

The seat next to me was empty. The blanket was partially pulled back, and the sheets were a little wrinkled, but there was no one there.

Ye Shu reached out and touched the spot next to her; it was also cool, indicating that she had been gone for some time.

Hmm... Did I remember wrong? We didn't sleep together last night? Or did Sister Zhi Qiu go back to her room in the middle of the night?

Ye Shu didn't think much of it. She got out of bed, changed her clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

He washes his face with cold water year-round, even in winter, because that's when he feels most refreshed.

Moreover, he didn't really like using those creams and lotions, finding them troublesome. It wasn't until he was with them that they forced him to use face wash.

After washing up, he pushed open the bedroom door, thinking that if he couldn't make it for breakfast, he could just cook some porridge. Then he smelled the aroma of breakfast wafting over.

I could also hear a rustling sound coming from the living room, like someone was unpacking plastic bags.

So early?

Hearing this, he knew what was going on. He quickly walked towards the living room and saw a large breakfast spread out on the dining table. It was quite a feast.

There were steamed buns, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, tofu pudding, soy milk, pumpkin porridge, and several small dishes of pickled vegetables.

Zhi Qiu was facing away from him, pouring pumpkin porridge into a small bowl.

She was wearing loungewear, her hair pulled back and held in place with a wooden hairpin.

Hearing Ye Shu's footsteps, she turned around and smiled at him.

"Little Shu is awake! Come and have breakfast!"

Following the typical formula of TV dramas, Ye Shu would have to gape, widen her eyes, and ask in utter astonishment, "You prepared all of this?"

Ye Shu still doesn't quite understand. Don't those screenwriters think it's superfluous when they write these kinds of lines?

Isn't it obvious? If she didn't prepare it, was it Santa Claus?

"Yes, she's awake."

Ye Shu simply responded and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Zhi Qiu set out the bowls and chopsticks, then sat down opposite Ye Shu. Instead of eating, she rested her chin on her hand, smiled, and asked Ye Shu:

"Little Shu, what would you like to drink? Soy milk or porridge? I'll get it for you."

"I can do it myself."

As Ye Shu spoke, she reached for the bowl of soy milk, took a sip, and found it was still hot. But... it was plain, not very sweet.

He could tell that Sister Zhi Qiu had gone out early to buy these things, and then she had even removed the packaging and put them in a bowl, just to create a festive atmosphere for breakfast.

Actually, the atmosphere at breakfast is the most important of the three meals a day, because breakfast is often eaten right after waking up when you don't really feel like eating.

If you use the outer packaging, it gives people the feeling that you're in a hurry and want them to just eat it quickly and get by.

If everything is served in proper tableware, even though you know it's all bought from outside, it will subconsciously make you want to eat properly and slow down.

Ye Shu took a few sips of soy milk to moisten his throat before looking up and saying:

"Sister Zhiqiu, you don't need to get up so early with me, you can sleep a little longer."

He knew that although Zhi Qiu wasn't usually a late sleeper, she would never get up so early to buy breakfast; this was all for his sake.

Zhi Qiu sat opposite Ye Shu and saw her take out soy milk. She knew Ye Shu's taste and that she liked sweet soy milk.

So before Ye Shu could even do it herself, she had already picked up the small sugar jar on the table and added two spoonfuls of sugar to Ye Shu's soy milk.

"It's okay."

As Zhi Qiu stirred the soy milk with a spoon for Ye Shu, she looked up at him with gentle, tender eyes.

"Little Shu is working so hard to give his sister a better life. His sister can't help much with other things, so she can't let him go without even a hot meal."

Ye Shu looked down at Zhi Qiu's hands as she stirred the soy milk for him, and smiled, saying:

"Sister Zhi Qiu, so you're what they call... a virtuous wife, right? Is that what they say?"

When Zhi Qiu heard Ye Shu say that, she chuckled softly.

She didn't respond to that, but instead put down her spoon, picked up a fried dough stick with her chopsticks, and placed it on the plate in front of Ye Shu.

Then, she looked up at Ye Shu with a smile, as if making a casual joke, and gently probed one last time:

"If little Shu wants to..."

She tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening.

"She can also be a great help to her older sister."

Ye Shu smiled and picked up a fried dough stick from the plate, taking a big bite. It was clearly freshly fried, and the outer skin was still crispy.

He was quite satisfied with the fried dough sticks. With one bite of the fried dough stick, he drank a large mouthful of sweet soy milk without saying a word, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Sometimes, not answering is itself an answer.

As Zhi Qiu watched him eat his breakfast in silence, the tentative and expectant look in her eyes slowly turned into a gentle smile, along with a hint of helplessness.

She picked up a steamed bun, took a small bite, and didn't continue the topic.

He knew her feelings.

She understood his persistence.