Syra was left dumbfounded on the same spot, waiting for Clyde to dress accordingly. But to her dismay, it seemed that the other party even took pride in it.
"Have you not had enough yet??"
Clyde said referring to Syra who was still staring at him. Meanwhile, hearing that comment seemed to pull Syra's soul back to reality and she hurriedly averted her gaze.
" I'll just leave it here."
She said as she put the tray down at the nearby table and hurriedly turn around to leave the room and escaped that awkward situation.
However, just when she was about to step outside, Syra heard Clyde's voice from behind her.
"Where do you think you are going? Did I ask you to leave already?"
He said with his usual cold and flat tone, so left with no other choices, Syra was forced to remain inside the same room, together with Clyde.
She slowly turned on her heels again to face the other party, but not before looking heavenward and silently praying for someone to give her another strand of patience on dealing with the other party; because from the current look of it, it seemed that her master found another bone to pick on her.
Meanwhile, Clyde no longer paid Syra any heed and instead focused his attention on the food left on his table.
Seeing the food seemed to awake the hungry monster in his stomach and it growled loudly. However, despite how hungry he already was, he did not eat right away, rather he slowly approached it and observed it first.
"Is this some sort of congee???"
He asked as he picked a spoon and stirred the soup-like substance on the bowl. And instead of tasting it right away, he just kept on stirring it, even raising it next to his nose every now and then.
The soup released an enticing smell of onion chives mixed among other ingredients he was not familiar with.
"Rather than calling it a congee, it is more accurate to call it an egg soup."
Syra explained when she noticed that the other party seemed reluctant in giving it a taste.
"This is just an egg soup? But how come it did not look like one? And how did you make this thick consistency on the soup? Why does it have a different taste then???"
Clyde asked one after another as soon as he savored its flavor.
"I used chicken broth and I add cornstarch to make it thick. Did you like it???"
Syra, on the other hand, was considerate enough to answer the other party's question, while at the same time paying careful attention to any changes within Clyde's expression.
"Hmmm... not bad."
He said simply and then he did not speak any further than that anymore. Instead, the next thing that he did was to try the bread toast beside his coffee.
Syra prepared three pieces of butter toast all for Clyde. She even made sure to put a generous amount on the other party's bread and add a few sprinkles of sugar on it as well since she was told by Naomi that the other party had a thing with anything sweet.
As expected, when Clyde tasted the bread, his face lit up, and seeing this, Syra's face brightened up as well at the same time as his.
However, the glow in Clyde's face did not last long as though he was suddenly reminded of something unsatisfactory.
"You told me that this was supposed to be brunch but why was the food all good for breakfast only??? Is this what you humans called 'brunch'? Are you even for real?"
Clyde inquired as he eyed the bread toast, coffee, and soup at the tray.