He smiles a little at the sight, then carries the tray to the low table. By now, it is a familiar routine for him to set out breakfast for them both.

Today it is a small plate of the fruit that Wei Ying had liked so much before, along with congee and steamed buns, as well as the ever-present chili oil.

He arranges their places, then pours tea, first for Wei Ying, then for himself.