Shen Weimin was woken by a rich, fragrant aroma—a mix of various foods, including the distinct smell of free-range chicken. For a moment, he didn't quite register what was happening.
His gaze fell upon wooden planks, and he shot up, only then realizing he was alone in the bed. On the edge of the moon-gate canopy bed was a piece of paper, held down by a pen.
The name "Changqing," which was about to burst from his throat, was forcefully swallowed back down. He reached out, snatched the paper, and knew he had woken up late without even needing to look at his watch.
Sure enough, the note from his wife said she had turned off the alarm clock because he was sleeping so soundly. The food was simmering in the pot, and she told him not to be in a rush to leave and head back to the county seat.
'What a good wife.'
Forgetting about the kitchen for a moment, Shen Weimin got out of bed and went to the bathroom behind the room. Seeing everything was as usual, he quickly freshened up.
