The next day, Alexander Summers got up earlier than Purple Summers, went downstairs to the restaurant, and brought breakfast back to the room.
He was very dissatisfied with the hotel because the breakfast options were quite limited, most of the food catering to the taste of northerners. After being picky for a while, he ended up choosing Western-style tuna sandwiches, corn salad, and milk.
On second thought, Suzanne Saunders had stayed here for two years before, so she must be accustomed to the local food habits.
Alexander Summers also picked up some soup dumplings and steamed dumplings, aiming for a combination of Chinese and Western, and brought them all back to the room.
Purple Summers was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, her long hair casually draped, wearing a loose spaghetti strap nightgown, looking languid and drowsy.
Alexander Summers took a deep breath.
