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Zhou Haibing snapped the egg yolk and egg white into the flour with both hands.

He picked up his chopsticks again, stirred them quickly a few times, and then slowly added water to the basin while stirring with the chopsticks.

The flour was first stirred into a flocculent state, and then he kneaded it into a ball by hand.

His kneading movements were swift and efficient. He pressed the dough forward with the heel of his hand, then folded it back, and pushed it forward again. After a few back and forth movements, the flour was kneaded into a smooth dough in his hands in just a few strokes.

The dough is clean and white, and it doesn't stick to your hands or the bowl.

He placed the dough on the cutting board, covered it with a bowl, and let it rest.

Li Su'e stood beside him watching him knead the dough and thought he was very efficient.

She reached out to help: "Let me help you roll out the dough."

"No need, just heat up the milk for me." Zhou Haibing didn't even look up, and then picked up the eggs and cracked two more on the rim of the bowl.

The egg yolk and egg white slid into the bowl, and he quickly stirred them with chopsticks, making a crisp tapping sound as the chopsticks moved through the bowl.

The egg mixture was beaten evenly, and a layer of fine foam floated on the surface.

Li Su'e poured the milk into a small pot, placed it on an induction cooker, pressed the switch, and turned it to a low setting to heat it slowly.

The induction cooker emitted a slight humming sound, and the red circle under the small pot lit up.

She bent down and took two glasses from the cabinet below, rinsed them with water, and set them aside.

The glass is transparent, and water droplets are still clinging to its walls.

The small pot on the induction cooker quickly started steaming, small bubbles appeared on the surface of the milk, and a milky aroma wafted out.

The aroma was sweet and warm, mingling with the scent of flour, instantly filling the kitchen with the smell of breakfast.

Zhou Haibing started rolling out the dough.

He took the rested dough out from under the bowl, kneaded it a couple more times on the cutting board, and then divided it into several small portions.

He flattened each small dough ball with his palm, sprinkled it with a little dry flour, and picked up the rolling pin.

The rolling pin is made of pear wood, and after a long time of use, its surface becomes shiny.

He was very skilled at rolling out the dough; with a push and pull of the rolling pin in his hands, the dough would become bigger and thinner in circles.

The pancakes he rolled out were all round and even, so thin that they were translucent, and you could almost see the shadow of your fingers in your palm.

He stacked the rolled-out dough pieces one by one, sprinkling a little flour in the middle to prevent them from sticking together.

Li Su'e stood beside him watching him roll out the dough, when she suddenly noticed his gaze lift from the dough, fall on her face, then slide down her neck, and stop at the slightly open neckline of her chest.

She looked down and realized that when she bent down to pick up the glass, her neckline had come undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin and a shallow cleavage.

Her face flushed instantly, she reached up and tightened her collar, glaring at him:

"What are you looking at? Just keep rolling out your pancakes."

Zhou Haibing chuckled, looked away, and continued rolling out the dough, but his mouth didn't stop talking:

"My wife is beautiful, what's wrong with me glancing at her a couple of times?"

Li Su'e rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

She turned around, took the heated milk off the induction cooker, and poured it into two glasses.

The milk was steaming, and a layer of mist quickly covered the inside of the cup.

Zhou Haibing has already started making pancakes.

He placed the pot on the stove, brushed a thin layer of oil on the bottom, and the oil swished and gleamed.

The dough was placed in, and it sizzled with a sound; small bubbles quickly appeared around the edges.

He flipped it over with a spatula, and the other side was also fried until golden brown and crispy.

The fried pancakes are stacked neatly on a plate, one by one, with some parts slightly browned, looking very appetizing.

After frying the pancakes, Zhou Haibing also fried a few poached eggs.

When the egg is cracked into the pan, the egg white quickly solidifies into a snow-white cloud in the hot oil, while the yolk lies plump and trembling in the middle, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

He fried three eggs, each with a runny yolk, and placed them on top of the pancake.

The egg mixture glistened slightly under the light, with slightly charred edges but still tender in the center.

Li Su'e stood beside him watching him busy himself, and reached out to help him carry the plate to the dining table.

The dining table was a square wooden table, polished to a shine, with three pairs of chopsticks on it.

As she walked back from the other end of the dining table, passing by Zhou Haibing, he suddenly reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Caught off guard, Li Su'e was pulled close to him, her chest bumping against his arm.

Startled, she punched him lightly in the chest, her voice low as she said, "What are you doing? Haiqing will be up soon..."

"Haiqing isn't up yet." Zhou Haibing's arm encircled her waist, and he lowered his head to nuzzle her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Let me hug you. You fell asleep right after the massage last night, and I didn't get enough of hugging you."

Li Su'e felt a tickle on her ears from his rubbing, so she shrank her neck and dodged to the side, pushing against his chest with her hands, her face burning red.

"Stop fooling around... there's still something frying in the pan."

"It's done." Zhou Haibing reached out with his free hand to turn off the induction cooker, then turned back to hug her waist and pulled her closer to him.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck, his lips lightly touching the skin on the side of her neck.

Li Su'e trembled, bracing herself against his chest with both hands, her voice both urgent and soft:

"Sea ice... please stop messing around..."

Just then, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, the soft clatter of slippers on the tiles growing closer.

Li Su'e jerked away from Zhou Haibing's embrace as if she had been burned, took two steps back, and hurriedly straightened her disheveled collar and hair, her face flushed red all the way down to her neck.

She had her back to the kitchen doorway, pretending to wipe water stains on the table, her fingers trembling slightly.

Zhou Haibing, however, remained calm, picked up a spatula, scooped the fried eggs out of the pan, and said without turning his head:

"Hai Qing is up?"

Zhou Haiqing rubbed his eyes and poked half his head out from the corner of the corridor. His hair was piled up on his head in a mess, and his eyelids were still swollen, making him look like he hadn't woken up yet.

She yawned, slowly walked into the kitchen, glanced first at the pot in Zhou Haibing's hand, then at Li Su'e standing beside her with her back to her, and asked vaguely:

"Good morning, elder brother and sister-in-law... What delicious food are you making?"

"Pancake, poached egg, hot milk." Zhou Haibing placed the last poached egg onto a plate.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face first, and you can eat when you come back."

Zhou Haiqing nodded, yawned, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

She took a couple of steps and suddenly stopped, tilting her ear to listen—

A buzzing sound came from the direction of the bathroom; it was the sound of the washing machine turning.

She suddenly became much more alert and ran straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was open, and the light inside was still on.