Tang Zhou, his anger somewhat dissipated, coughed exaggeratedly in a feigned dignified manner, "What about my hot milk? I always drink a cup of hot milk in the morning. Haven't you warmed it up for me?"
Leng Chenmo said, "You'll be taking medicine later. You're fair enough already. Drinking a few less glasses of milk won't affect your attractiveness."
Empirically, it's best not to drink milk before and after taking medicine, as it could affect its efficacy. Leng Chenmo, being more considerate and thoughtful than Tang Zhou, knew this too well.
"Oh." Tang Zhou immediately grew quiet. As he lifted the knife and fork towards the fried eggs, he couldn't bring himself to cut into them, how could he ruin such a perfect shape? It seemed too cruel.
He'd better stick to his bacon.
Tang Zhou took a bite of the bacon. His follower's cooking skills were improving by the day. He wondered, if things keep going like this, would his follower become a self-made culinary tycoon?
