chapter 29 Lack of energy

That night, Mila Hai had a restless sleep and kept having dreams. She felt a little out of sorts when she woke up the next day. As usual, she dried the clothes she had washed in the washing machine last night on the balcony. Only then did she realize that a long stainless steel crossbar had been installed on the patio for her to dry her clothes. The large balcony was also filled with various potted flowers, many in bloom or with flower buds. Regardless of the flower's size, the petals were all intricate. Mila Hai's attention immediately fell on these potted flowers. After she dried her clothes, she assembled the flower stand she had bought the morning before and moved the potted flowers onto the frame. After struggling for a while, she realized someone was watching her. She raised her head and met William Zhan's dark eyes. His gaze was sharp and cold. After all, they had been married for a few days, and Mila Hai was already accustomed to his stern demeanor. "Good morning, Mr. Zhan," Mila Hai greeted and praised him, "Mr. Zhan, these flowers are very nice. You're good at this!" He could handle everything assigned to him ideally. William Zhan replied in a low voice, "If there is anything you can't solve in the future, just tell me." The tasks she gave him were minor to him. "OK," Mila Hai smiled and continued playing with the flowers. "Which flower shop did you buy them from? These flowers are well maintained." William Zhan lied, "I went to many flower shops, but I don't remember the names of those flower shops." Mila Hai hummed and didn't ask any further, as long as what he did made her satisfied. "What did you buy for breakfast today?" After he asked, Mila Hai remembered the breakfast issue. She quickly took out her phone and checked the time. It was already past seven o'clock. She stood and said sheepishly, "Mr. Zhan, I forgot to buy breakfast this morning. Fortunately, it's not too late to buy it now. You go wash up first, and I'll go downstairs to buy it. What do you want to eat?" William Zhan said calmly, "I'm not picky about food; you can buy whatever you think is good." Even if he were picky about food, he couldn't be with her, or he'd have trouble because everything he liked to eat was too expensive. "OK," Mila Hai was very fast and quickly went downstairs, got on her electric bicycle, and went out to buy breakfast, which she promptly brought back. She purchased two raviolis, two pretzels, and two cups of soy milk. William Zhan looked at the breakfast she bought and couldn't eat it long. Mila Hai didn't notice this. She put her breakfast on the dining table, ate her portion briefly, and then returned to the balcony to play with her flowers and plants. After being silent for a long time, William Zhan reached out, picked up the pretzel, and took a tentative bite. The smell of oil was strong, but it was also quite fragrant. However, he didn't know how long the oil had been used for frying pretzels. Was it hygienic? Forget it; even if he ate one occasionally, it wouldn't harm him. At this moment, William Zhan regretted that he had concealed his identity as the eldest son of the Zhan family in Guan City and worked hard to create the image of an ordinary working class. It wasn't easy! "Mila Hai..." ..