By any means, this is not a simple breakfast but a sumptuous feast enough to fill the stomach of twenty-something people.
Danial was astounded by the mouth-watering sight in front of him.
As expected of rich people, their breakfast is not something an ordinary man like him can comprehend.
There's hot milk tea in one porcelain jug, Jasmine tea in another, and coffee in the last one placed side by side for the guest to choose at will.
And on top of the long, wooden table are many slices of fresh fruits on shiny, flat plates. There were apples, strawberries, melons, and oranges, well-decorated by the chefs, inciting saliva to drool.
The visual alone is enough to make people feel full.
There were also sausages, slices of bacon, fried eggs, and soft, well-cooked boiled eggs, with two big bowls of spaghetti whose fumes still dispersed in the air, fanning out the delicious smell across the kitchen.