Thinking of Chi Lu's chef's hat, Pu Xiaohan paused slightly. If only others could take a leaf out of Jiang's brother's book and exhibit a little elegance and charm...
Outside the door, Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai came in.
Pu Xiaohan was struck with awe—yes, there was an air of grandeur!
Bai Lian had a fondness for the breakfast at Kangyu Tower, which itself boasted a century-old heritage and had produced several imperial chefs. Their breakfasts were delivered from there every weekend.
From Monday to Friday, Ming Dongheng also wanted to deliver breakfast to Bai Lian. The chefs at Kangyu Tower, of course, wanted to please Miss Bai even more.
But she had refused them, preferring the cafeteria while at school.
After all, she still held the canteen card from Master Jiang.
Since then, Ming Dongheng had lost a morning task each day, which left him quite desolate.