Breakfast was just a sandwich. Two slices of toast, a slice of ham, and an omelet, sandwiched between tender lettuce leaves and his secret sauce.
It was clearly a simple sandwich, but Ling Sheng knew how delicious it was. She swallowed with difficulty and asked, "Where's my meal?"
From the corner of his eye, Jun Shiyan had been paying attention to the little woman. He could clearly see the lust in her eyes. With a faint hum, he picked up a small piece of sandwich with his fork and put it into his mouth.
Ling Sheng swallowed another mouthful of saliva before saying, "Sandwiches shouldn't be eaten that way. It's only fragrant if you eat it with your hands. There's no taste in eating sandwiches with a fork."
"Miss Ling, aren't you going to work?" Jun Shiyan looked at her mockingly, not asking if she wanted to eat with him.
