Inside the villa, Ling Tianyu walked down from upstairs and caught the scent of an enticing aroma of food, causing his stomach to rumble. Upon reaching the kitchen, to his surprise, Duan Yanran was wearing an apron and making breakfast. He hadn't expected that a lady of her stature would know how to cook.
"You're up so early?" Duan Yanran, aware of someone at the kitchen doorway, turned to find Ling Tianyu there, visibly surprised. She had woken up half an hour early and still hadn't finished making breakfast before he woke up—what a failure she felt she was.
It seemed she would have to wake up an hour early from now on. Since he was so good to her, making him breakfast was the least she could do. She couldn't always be on the receiving end of his kindness. Even though she didn't know the specifics of the promise, she felt an obligation to give back a little.