This breakfast can't possibly be really made by him, can it?
Or did he just happen to bring it out?
Di Mingzhe put the plate on the table, and the butler respectfully pulled out a chair for him from behind. He took a seat.
Di Xiaxia continued to look at him, still with a puzzled expression on her face.
He glanced up at Di Xiaxia. His thin, rosy lips slowly spread into a smile, and he spoke softly, "This is my first time making breakfast. You should try it. If it doesn't taste good, then you can eat the kitchen's instead."
Di Xiaxia blinked, and her heart couldn't help but race. So, he really made it?
Specifically, breakfast for her?
While she was still stunned, she saw Di Mingzhe cutting the sunny-side-up egg and sausage into small pieces in front of him.
Then he pushed them in front of her and handed her a fork, saying, "It's easier for you this way."
Having said that, he took away the intact breakfast in front of her.
Then he began to attentively eat his breakfast.
