Song Qiao went to the entrance of the dining room and only then realized that what she had seen from afar as a table of breakfasts with various colors was actually a selection of breakfasts with different flavors.
Such a big table, how long did it take her to prepare everything?
Jian Xia had already come over, obviously wanting to keep her distance from the man sitting on the sofa, "I used to cook quite often when I lived alone, so the taste should be pretty good, I hope you don't mind."
Song Qiao smiled slightly and said, "How could I? It looks not only visually appealing but also delicious. Are you going to eat with me?"
