"You need to have some breakfast. I made it myself; others don't have the chance to eat it." Assistant Meng smiled and pointed inside. "You should eat a good breakfast, come in and eat before you go. It won't take much of your time."
How come the difference between these young masters is so big?
Yan Fei thought of Young Master Fang, and then looked at the one in front of him. It left him speechless. He probably prepared breakfast knowing Yan Fei was rushing over and had matters to attend to, ever since he received the call last night.
The breakfast was simple, millet porridge and steamed buns, a plate of cold cucumber salad, a dish of stir-fried liver that Yan Fei suspected was leftover from yesterday, and a dish of red fermented tofu.
But regardless of whether the stir-fried liver was from yesterday, it's the thought that counts.
