Ye Feng felt that it was a little sweet.
He picked up the car key from the bedside cabinet, washed up briefly, and went to the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, the so-called breakfast was two slices of toast, a sausage, and two eggs.
Moreover, the eggs were a little burnt.
"This is it?"
Ye Feng was speechless.
When he saw Anjou Prince's message earlier, he had imagined a sumptuous breakfast in his mind, and he felt that it was inexplicably sweet.
In the end, he was caught off guard!
The little princess of the Duke of Anjou's family had just made this?
Two slices of toast, a sausage, and two fried eggs -- did they need to be specially prepared?
"How is it, Ye Feng, is the breakfast I made delicious?"
At this moment, Anjou Prince sent a message.
Ye Feng could only get a glass of milk from the fridge and make do with it, he said perfunctorily, "Not bad."
"It's very unexpected."
