The following morning, Ning Fan was somewhat surprised when he saw the abundant breakfast on the table and Xu Ruolan making breakfast.
It seemed that she had even prepared a special breakfast just for him.
Ning Fan did not hesitate to sit down and start eating, devouring a sandwich before teasingly saying, "Although Miss Xu's cooking is not bad, this hardly counts as a nutritious breakfast."
Xu Ruolan snorted coldly. The breakfast included milk, sandwiches, fruits, vegetables, and more. How could he complain it wasn't sufficient?
She demanded, "If this is not enough, then what does constitute a nutritious breakfast?"
Ning Fan looked at Xu Ruolan with a smile and said, "Well, let's say this, all these things, though plentiful, are still not as nutritious as the meals in my small solitary village."
