The next morning, Xia Ning woke up. When she got downstairs, she saw breakfast on the table.
Seeing Xia Ning coming over, Qiao Yu looked at her and said gently, "Come and have breakfast."
Xia Ning looked at the fried-golden egg and said with a smile, "It looks good. If our President Qiao loses his job in the future, he can open a restaurant."
"If that's the case, I will probably starve to death." Qiao Yu handed the milk to Xia Ning.
"Huh?" Xia Ning looked at him with confusion.
Qiao Yu darted a look at her and explained, "My restaurant only serves two people. Tell me, will I starve to death?"
Xia Ning looked at Qiao Yu and immediately understood from his eyes. He was obviously saying that his cooking skills were only shown to her and her son.
"President Qiao, don't worry. As long as you cook for me for a day, I will never let you starve to death," Xia Ning raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.
