Can this five-star hotel's service really be so perceptive? They haven't missed a single thing.
She picked up her rice bowl and saw the grains of Thai jasmine rice. It was a rather obscure brand she had only encountered at Wan Donglin's house. She was particularly fond of this rice, so much so that Wan Donglin had once considered it one of her quirks: who else eats rice and meat first thing in the morning? But that was just her way.
The energy from breakfast surpassed everything else. She could enjoy a substantial meal in the morning without worrying about gaining weight. A hearty breakfast kept her satiated for the entire day. This had been her habit since childhood.
However, this was clearly delivered by the hotel—definitely not by that hooligan.
Holding the bowl, she felt a growing dread. Could it really be from the hooligan? If it was him, how would he know about this 'quirk' of hers? She was absolutely certain she had never told him.
