The alarm clock in the early morning rang through Zhang Yihang's small home.

Zhang Yihang stretched his waist, got out of bed and opened the curtains, took a deep breath in front of such a proud landscape, and slowly spit it out.

The moment the sunlight passed through his body, it was like a painting depicting the stars falling into the endless abyss!

The dazzling is only the surface, and the heart has long been sunk in the black tide, with the desire of the human heart continues to move forward until it covers all the light.

The gloom he shows may be different from others, but Xiang Yang's heart should always be more optimistic.

What should be understood, what should not be understood, is only in someone's words, if this sentence has not been answered, then it will continue to wait, until the spring flowers fall, the summer cicadas are silent, the autumn rain is temporarily stopped, and the winter snow is melting, anyway, you might as well wait for another alternation of cold and summer.

In the morning, of course, I was thinking about what to eat for breakfast.

However, for Zhang Yihang, he had already made a plan for a month's breakfast.

Occasionally, there will be a meal or two of a high-salt, high-fat diet, however, today this meal is very greasy, why health management will also be overshadowed in front of it. First of all, the appearance of the food itself is very important, and this little greasy little greasy will drool directly as long as people see its golden coat.

The exterior is quite tempting, and the filling is addictive.

If I can eat a little bit today, that deep and melancholy heart will definitely not ache as faintly as yesterday.

At this moment, in order to eat this rich breakfast, there is only a dangerous move, as long as Zhao Yihuan is done, it will definitely be full.

Therefore, as before, as long as he used some reasons that Zhao Yihuan couldn't refuse, and let her serve breakfast obediently, he couldn't say no.

It is marked with different shops with their own unique breakfasts, which store's dim sum is the most selling, which store's buns are the most suitable for your appetite, which cake shop's doughnuts are the sweetest, he drew them all on a long white paper, and the small restaurant painted in this blank paper is the shop that can be found near Zhao Yihuan's apartment, even the small stalls on the road are clearly marked.

This piece of paper will be updated in real time every month, and on the 28th of each month, Zhang Yihang will visit the site to find some newly opened stores, maybe try the new products in the old store, even if he is too full to eat anymore, he still gritted his teeth and insisted, walked to the grocery store on the side of the road, and tried whether the boss's craftsmanship had lost his level.

For someone's stomach, sometimes he has stomach pain, Zhang Yihang is still reluctant to leave, although he can take a break, but his hand can't stop, take out a paintbrush on the paper and trace on the paper.

The small logo on it is full of all kinds of snacks and snacks, and the price will also be marked, some are cheap, some are expensive, some are expensive but not full, some are easy to eat, and the focus is not delicious. Pens, of various colors, take turns just to remind one person to have a good breakfast.

So, today is no exception.

Zhang Yihang sent three voices in a row, and Zhao Yihuan, who was still asleep, heard a strange sound, of course, covering his head with a quilt and continuing to mess around.

I don't know what Zhang Yihang is thinking at this moment, maybe a breakfast is more or less monotonous, after all, you need more love and encouragement in the morning.

Hearing her voice, Zhang Yihang will be full of motivation all day long, and all the time of the day will be wonderful because of the "good morning" she said in the morning.

What appeared in front of you was an energetic sunny guy, and his biggest hope was to use all his charm to render her around.

I always get used to thinking about her a little more every day, hoping that she eats better, but the practice of disturbing people's dreams is a little spit.

The phone has ringed, and it is impossible for Zhao Yihuan to want to sleep again.