Before, no matter how hard she tried, how cautiously and humbly, Shi Che could always find various faults and nitpick. Now... he was willing to stay and eat the breakfast she made?
Ling Chuxia truly felt it was incredible, but regardless, Shi Che’s willingness to stay and eat her breakfast was very helpful in easing their relationship.
She must make this breakfast well and ensure Shi Che ate happily.
Although there was only half an hour, and the time was a bit tight, Ling Chuxia still tried her best to make all of Shi Che’s favorite breakfast items, making it as sumptuous as possible.
Time ticked away, and the half-hour quietly passed. Ling Chuxia had finished most of the breakfast. Only one dish needed a few more minutes. Chuxia worried that Che might leave out of impatience, so her eyes occasionally swept toward the living room.
The man sat on the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed, holding a newspaper in his hands, his posture lazy and indifferent. Although half an hour had passed, he seemed to have forgotten the time.
Ling Chuxia let out a slight sigh of relief, her movements becoming even more efficient.
Once Ling Chuxia’s glance returned to her work, Shi Che’s gaze inadvertently followed her.
Because of the wall’s obstruction, Shi Che could only vaguely see Ling Chuxia’s figure; she was draped in an apron, focused on preparing breakfast for him.
Watching Chuxia’s bustling figure, he felt as if he had returned to the time of their honeymoon.
Every morning, she would get up early and be busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for him. Back then, every day, upon opening his eyes, he would see her bright smile and the delicious breakfast.
At that time, he would embrace her from behind and kiss her in the morning light. Then, he would eat the breakfast she made, not a single crumb left.
As Shi Che’s thoughts wandered, his gaze gradually became absent.
A little over thirty-five minutes had passed, and Ling Chuxia had finished all the breakfast, serving each dish onto the table meticulously. She then took off her apron, rubbed her hands, and slowly walked toward Shi Che.
Two steps away from him, she stopped, her eyes customarily lowered, and softly said, "Young master, breakfast is ready, you can eat now."
Shi Che slightly raised his eyes to glance at her, nodded, and then folded the newspaper in his hands to the size of a magazine, placing it on the side table before standing up and walking toward the Dining Hall.
Shi Che’s steps came to an abrupt halt upon seeing the table full of rich breakfast.
In just those brief thirty minutes, Ling Chuxia seemed to have brought an entire Manchu Han Imperial Feast onto the table. Che scanned the selection, and all of the breakfast items, without exception, were his favorites, yet none suited Ling Chuxia’s own taste.