Tang Shaoyang then looked at the table. He wondered if the Royalty breakfast was different, but it looked the same in his eyes. There was a small basket with bread, a bowl of soup, fruits, and a glass of milk. The difference was on the plate, the bowl, the spoon and fork, and the tablecloth.
'Wait, milk?' Tang Shaoyang looked at his drink and furrowed his brows. He never drank milk ever since he ran away from the orphanage. It was ten years ago or even more, the last time he drank milk. He had forgotten the taste of this milk. "Can you get calming tea instead?" He asked the maid to change the drink.
"That's Royalty Milk. Why don't you want to drink this luxurious drink?" Rosalie arrived in the dining hall. Florian followed her closely along with the two maids.
