"Thank you, Jiang She." Lu Linghe was astute enough to weigh and adapt to the situation.
Jiang She had everything ready in no time, eggs, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, bread, soy milk, coffee...
Almost every type of breakfast you could find in the market was available.
A mix of East and West.
Lu Linghe was stunned. Jiang She had prepared so generously.
Wen Zhiyao felt a pang of sympathy and blurted out, "In the future, you shouldn't prepare so much. It's a waste of time, just make enough to eat."
She's not exceptionally picky, but Jiang She was willing to spoil her like a princess.
This reminded her of her childhood when she was catered to like a star.
Looking at the table full of food, Lu Linghe licked his lips, "Wen Zhiyao, don't discourage him. If he can make all this delicious food, it shows his capability."
He had decided, given the chance, he would definitely invite himself more often.
