Gong Ruini always thought that Zhao Guangran's performance last night, making such a sumptuous late-night snack, had already greatly exceeded her expectations.
When she saw the breakfast that was rich enough for people to choose from the next morning, she was stunned.
Gong Ruwen was also stunned, "How could it be like this?"
Afterwards, everyone who came out to have breakfast one after another was staring at the table full of Chinese and Western-style breakfasts in shock.
"How could Aunt Cai make so much so early in the morning?" Wan Qiweng couldn't believe it. She had rubbed her eyes many times, but the breakfast on the table was still there.
"I don't know."
Zhao Xuran heard Zhao Guangran mention casually that he wanted to prepare breakfast while eating a late-night snack yesterday, and he really thought it was just a casual remark.
