Soft-boiled eggs?
Upon hearing her words, Nan Yuling furrowed his brow, finding her rather easily satisfied!
"Alright," he pursed his thin lips, agreeing readily.
Su Xingyue smiled contentedly.
...
Ten minutes later.
In the restaurant of the mountain villa.
Yi Feng, flanked by his men, barged into the kitchen with an aggressive air.
"I'm sorry, but we have indeed run out of eggs. We need to wait until tomorrow to restock from the foot of the mountain," said the restaurant's manager, knowing he couldn't afford to offend this group, as he explained with an apologetic smile.
Normally, supplies to this mountaintop are delivered by cable car, and with nightfall, it's very inconvenient to venture out, leaving no alternative but to wait until the next day.
Yi Feng only glanced at the manager before he and his men turned the kitchen upside down.
His wife wanted a soft-boiled egg; if they couldn't fulfill such a simple request, they didn't deserve to stay by the boss's side.