Zhan Bingxue's breakfast preparation was exquisite, paying close attention to a variety of nutritional combinations.
Slices of meat, fried eggs, sushi, pasta, vegetables, fruits, juices...
About twenty different dishes were laid out on the luxurious dining table, and when Chu Mo naturally took the seat that Zhan Bingxue usually occupies, surprise was evident in the eyes of everyone present, be it the four maids serving at his side or the elegant bespectacled woman.
"Are there any problems with the hotel that can't be resolved?"
Comparatively speaking, Chu Mo still preferred traditional flavors over the light fruits and vegetables.
He picked up a shrimp dumpling with his chopsticks, and the tender shrimp instantly swept across his taste buds. Nodding subtly, Chu Mo casually inquired.
