With you around, Sir's appetite is better.

Jing Tong, however, only felt baffled. She silently cursed him as a "lunatic" before burying her head to eat breakfast.

The Jiang residence's breakfast was very simple. It was just ordinary soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, soup buns, and the like, but it was made very exquisitely and delicious. Jing Tong ate it very contentedly.

Ever since her father's accident, it had been a long time since she had such an appetizing breakfast. She had been pampered since she was a child and could not eat Western food, nor could she stand takeaway. Although she cooked by herself, she did not even like her own skills. She had been eating for the past few years just to not starve to death. It was really not an enjoyment.

It was rare for her to be able to eat to her heart's content at Jiang Yu's place, so of course she wouldn't hold back. As for her image, she didn't need to care about it in front of this man.