As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw that Cen Shaoqing was already sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
He was still holding the string of Buddhist beads in his left hand.
The sunlight shone in from the window on his left, and it coated his body with a shallow layer of golden light.
It was especially beautiful.
“Why are you up so early?”
Ye Zhuo walked over.
“Biological clock.”Cen Shaoqing closed the newspaper. “What do you want to eat in the morning? Should I get someone to send it over?”
“Just eat something.”Since the food in country Y was terrible, she decided not to be picky.
Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly.
Soon, a waiter brought breakfast over.
It was a very Chinese breakfast.
Crystal buns, rice noodles, porridge, steamed buns, sour beans, bacon...
They were all things that ye Zao liked to eat.
“It’s rare to get such an authentic breakfast in the x continent.”Ye Zao sat down and prepared to eat.