Chapter 789: Archbishop Father
The next day, the sky was clear.
Before eight o’clock, Li Qiao dressed neatly and sauntered into the dining room.
A stream of morning light poured in through the window, the table was set with exquisite Western breakfast items, and the air vaguely carried the scent of milk.
Sunshine and milk, when combined, created a heartening comfort.
At that moment, Li Qiao leaned against the doorpost, watching Shang Yu near the Glazed Pavilion, preparing pregnant women’s milk powder. A thought struck her, and she tiptoed over to rest her chin on his shoulder, her arms encircling his waist.
The man was wearing a simple V-neck sweater with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.
He glanced sideways slightly, pressed his handsome face down, and kissed Li Qiao’s forehead, "Woke up so early?"
Li Qiao rested against his back, looked up, and kissed his well-defined chin, "Aren’t we going to the Parliament Building? Important business can’t wait."
Shang Yu put down the soup spoon and handed her a cup of milk, "There’s no rush, eat first."
Both seated, Li Qiao sipped her milk in small gulps, her gaze resting on the man, lost in thought.
It wasn’t until the fried eggs were neatly cut and placed on her plate that the clinking sound of knife and fork brought Li Qiao back to her senses, "Not eating well, what are you thinking about?"