"Yes, Grandpa." I deliberately called Grandpa a little louder. Didn't that tasteless man say how friendly I was calling him last night? I'm going to call him that, and it's his grandfather who wants me to call him that. To anger you, I want to anger you. I glanced sideways at him. I failed. He seemed to be deaf and didn't react at all. It was as if I was the only one angry.
At this moment, the butler walked up." Master, what did you eat this morning?”
"Just like the day before yesterday." As soon as Grandpa Ouyang finished speaking, a chef behind him turned around happily and started making breakfast on the spot.
Why are you so happy?
The butler walked in front of Ouyang Che and asked in a low voice," Young Master, what did you eat this morning?”
"Do as you did on December 5th last year.”
As soon as Ouyang Che finished speaking, a maid beside him kept typing on her laptop. Three seconds later, she waved at another chef.
Oh my god, there was a special person who recorded what everyone ate for breakfast every day. Have you heard of it? I've seen it now.
The butler came to me." Miss Wang, what do you want to eat for breakfast today?"”The butler asked in the same rigid voice.
"I'll do the same." I blurted out the same thing when I thought about how they all said the same thing.
The butler, chef, and maids were obviously stunned.
"Yes, please wait a moment." The butler finally reacted, nodded, and left.
The few chefs who were not severely hit also retreated. Soon, another chef came in. The only difference between him and the other chefs was that his clothes were whiter, almost to the point of shining.
Soon, their breakfast was served, but mine was still not served. I saw that the man was still unhurried. I wonder what he was cooking?
My usual is just one breast milk and two pieces of cake. I also eat these at home. Is there a need to take so long?
Could it be that the milk of the Ouyang family is squeezed back from the milk farm after drinking it, and the eggs used for the cake are only touched in the chicken nest on the farm when they are eaten? I think that's probably the case. Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so long.
Cold sweat, endless sweat…
It was obvious that my breakfast was only served when the two of them were about to finish eating. There was a golden lid on the European plate. Breakfast was like a French feast.
My heart? There was no need to do this with the two pieces of cake. If they were packaged too well, they would still be cakes.
"Miss Wang, please enjoy your meal." The butler gently picked up the lid on the plate.
Why does the orange foie gras in front of me look so familiar…
Oh, I remember. I ate this alone yesterday afternoon. I didn't expect them to turn my usual meal into the only meal I've eaten here as a reference. It's not the usual meal at home. It seems that I didn't make it clear.
Eating a French meal early in the morning seemed to be a good experience and an unforgettable memory.
Hehe!
I raised my head and realized that two cold gazes were staring at me. They then looked at the breakfast in front of me, and the trace of evil charm at the corner of their mouths turned into a cold and mocking arc.
Damn, he found another reason to make fun of me.
'I don't care. I'll eat first. I still have to go to school later. What kind of school is it? My little head is full of expectations…'
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