Tang Yu woke up at 6:30 in the morning the next day.
Miles was still in a deep sleep. She gently got out of bed and washed up before changing into sportswear.
She had decided to go to the gym first thing in the morning. Turning on the treadmill, she ran.
After 30 minutes of running, she went to the kitchen downstairs.
"Hello, may I know what Miles usually likes to eat?"
The cook was a plump woman named Susan. Seeing that Tang Yu had wandered in, she immediately said out of concern, "Madam, this place is full of oil, smoke and other stenches. Please go out, and I'll bring breakfast to you."
Tang Yu did not turn around. "Actually, I wanted to make breakfast for Miles myself."
Susan's mouth hung wide in surprise.
"Madam can cook?"
Tang Yu smiled slightly. "Not only Western food, I can also cook Chinese cuisine. After all, I am Chinese myself!"
