In the dining room.
Owen Moreland looked at the soup dumplings in the plastic bag on the table and the black mushy porridge in a disposable plastic bowl, frowning subtly.
"Have you been having this for breakfast these past few days?"
Amelia Clarke saw nothing wrong with it, and as she took the porridge out of the plastic bag to set it up, she said, "No, sometimes I also have Soy Milk and Fried Dough Sticks and things like that."
After arranging the breakfast, she handed Owen Moreland a pair of chopsticks. "Eat up."
Owen Moreland looked at her and, without saying anything, took the chopsticks and started eating.
The dining room was spacious, connected to the kitchen, with a two-meter-long table in the middle, six chairs around it, and a large floor-to-ceiling window by the side with European-style lace curtains. The style was young and fashionable, and outside, the sunlight was bright and cheerful.
