The morning sunlight streamed through the half-closed blinds, casting onto the solid wood long table covered with off-white floral patterns.
Inhaling the faint fresh fragrance of grasses and trees wafting from outside the window, Lu Yuan was in a good mood as he prepared to enjoy his breakfast.
Of course, everything would be even more perfect if the annoying sound of machines booming wasn't there.
Breakfast was prepared by the caretaker robot—fried eggs, ham, bread, and a bowl of thick soup made from fresh vegetables.
Casually, I shoved a piece of ham paired with a fried egg into my mouth, and a light knocking sounded at the door.
Lu Yuan slowly chewed the food in his mouth, squinting slightly, and said lightly: "Come in."
Though the breakfast tasted quite good, Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel it was hard to swallow.
When it comes to food, Lu Yuan was never particularly picky.
