The heart-shaped egg was prepared with a runny yolk, just like how Si Zhengting liked it. It splattered when it fell on the ground and looked a little gross.
Crumbs fell off the delicious-looking diamond-shaped potato cakes that were fried a golden brown.
The pieces of banana painstakingly arranged into flower petals were also all over the floor.
Zhuang Nainai looked at the hours of her hardwork and felt her heart tighten and her chest become stuffy.
Her eyes grew red. A lump formed in her throat. She could not bring herself to say what she wanted to say. She bit her lips and fought to not let her tears fall.
Zhuang Nainai bent down and tried to pick up the mess, but she did not know how.
In her heart, she cursed Si Zhengting relentlessly. What a jerk! I would never make you breakfast again!
Having let off some steam, she felt a bit better and let out a sigh.
Forget it, why get angry over this?
