The weather today was very clear, and the bright sunshine illuminated the entire city. From this height, looking downward, Chu Mo even felt like he was stepping on the whole city beneath his feet.
Soon, a waiter brought up a lavish breakfast.
During his time at Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One, every day the chef would prepare a dozen rich breakfast dishes for Chu Mo, which over time cultivated a more discerning palate. He casually picked up a small steamed bun and, upon tasting it, nodded in satisfaction.
The flavor was the same as the chef's at home, and Chu Mo even wondered if his own chef had come here to make breakfast for him. If not, it could only mean that the Tianxiang Garden's chef had consulted his family's chef when cooking.
Chu Mo didn't care about these minor details; as long as he enjoyed his meal, that was enough.
