This simple meal doesn't seem to be made by Uncle Rong as usual, so Song Yinyin asked, "Uncle Rong, did you make this breakfast?"
Uncle Rong replied with a smile, "Oh, no, the young master made it."
Hearing this, Song Yinyin turned around in disbelief to look at Lu Jihan,
Never would she have expected that this delicate and seemingly delicious breakfast was made by him.
She wasn't exaggerating; this breakfast looked like it was prepared by a master chef.
The rich aroma of the fried egg, mixed with the subtle fragrance of the congee, wafted into her nose, tantalizing her appetite.
Unable to resist, Song Yinyin picked up the knife, fork, and spoon and began to eat heartily.
She had only heard that cooking is a woman's nature, and it would be rare for even one out of ten men to be willing to cook, let alone someone like Lu Jihan who grew up in such a privileged environment.
After all, he is the president of Mainland Group.
