Chapter 30 Breakfast Routine
The next day, because of the farce the night before, the Duan family was extremely quiet, with everyone doing their own thing and silently carrying out their work.
Duan Mingxiao got into a fight and got slapped again last night.
I should have been too exhausted and slept until noon as usual.
However, the eldest son, who usually sleeps very well, suffered from insomnia last night.
His mind was filled with Cong Chun's "Goodnight" to him after he left the room.
The recording in his mind kept playing on repeat, temporarily ignoring even the pain in his back. Duan Mingxiao counted sheep all night without falling asleep.
However, Cong Chun, as a nanny, gets up at eight o'clock every day without fail.
But when she arrived in the living room, she was startled to see Duan Mingxiao sitting on the sofa looking "listless".
The young master is still handsome, but the dark circles under his eyes are particularly noticeable.
Cong Chun noticed Duan Mingxiao's slightly "resentful" look and, somewhat puzzled, stepped forward to ask him.
"Young Master, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Duan Mingxiao stared intently at him with his dark eyes, looking at Cong Chun's innocent and fair face.
The young master didn't say anything, but his resentment was already overflowing.
【You're still asking me? Stupid Chun, it's all your fault I can't sleep.】
Last night, every time Duan Mingxiao closed his eyes, all he could think of was Cong Chun's clear and bright eyes. He tilted his head slightly and looked up at him.
Then the more he thought about it, the hotter his body became, and even setting the air conditioner to 16 degrees Celsius didn't help.
He didn't sleep all night, and as soon as dawn broke, Duan Mingxiao immediately took a cold shower.
I even slipped and fell flat on my face in the bathroom.
My right leg was almost broken too.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Cong Chun thought that Duan Mingxiao had just woken up and his brain hadn't turned on yet.
He took the initiative to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for this precious young master.
When I was in school, I had to get up at six o'clock. Cong Chun always made his own breakfast and would leave a portion for his grandmother in the stove.
There are few things and few people in the house, but because they raise chickens, the eggs are enough for him and his grandmother to eat.
Basically, one egg and a bowl of milky white rice porridge are enough to fill Cong Chun up.
However, the Duan family's refrigerator was full of things, mostly ingredients that Cong Chun had never seen before, including things that fly in the sky and swim in the water, all sorts of rare and exotic items.
Cong Chun inadvertently noticed the price tag on the steak, which was worth two months' salary of his previous work.
Cong Chun dared not use them; he had never used these ingredients before and was afraid it would be a waste.
He could only take four eggs from the refrigerator, make a bowl of steamed egg custard, and then make a cup of soy milk using a soy milk maker.
When Cong Chun placed breakfast in front of Duan Mingxiao, the soy milk on the table was still steaming. Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, somewhat dumbfounded.
Cong Chun noticed Duan Mingxiao's expression and assumed he was dissatisfied, wondering if he had made things too simple.
The boy nervously rubbed the hem of his apron with his fingers.
However, Duan Mingxiao only complained that he had made too little.
Duan Mingxiao looked at the steamed egg custard and soy milk on the table, pursed his lips, and looked up at Cong Chun.
Steamed egg custard? My baby only eats steamed egg custard now?
"Stupid Chun, this is such a small portion, are you feeding me like a chicken?"
Cong Chun looked at the large bowl of steamed egg custard on the table, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He and his grandmother couldn't finish it.
Cong Chun mustered up the courage to offer a reminder.
"Young master, please have something to eat first, and then I'll make you something else to eat."
Duan Mingxiao finally figured it out.
Are you afraid I'll waste food?
[This young master can eat two bowls of noodles and a steak for breakfast, which barely makes him seven-tenths full. Tsk, I've been underestimated by that idiot Chun.]
Cong Chun blushed instantly upon hearing Duan Mingxiao's thoughts.
I think I did make too little.
Grandma kept a pig, which Cong Chun fed often. The young master ate more in one meal than the pig that Grandma raised.
Cong Chun was shocked by this astonishing fact.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao, who was sitting in the chair, appeared in front of Cong Chun without anyone noticing.
He reached out his right hand and easily wrapped it around Cong Chun's waist, untying the apron the boy was wearing.
The apron hung loosely around Cong Chun's neck.
Duan Mingxiao tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling naturally over his forehead, obscuring some of his deep-set eyes.
His narrow eyes held a hint of a smile, like a bottomless pool, as he looked at Cong Chun in front of him.
His tone was captivating, with a pleasant, magnetic quality.
"Help me fasten it."
Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat.
The cool, pleasant scent is like the fresh bamboo after the rain, brushing past the tip of Cong Chun's nose.
Cong Chun pursed her pale lips and said in a low voice.
"Young Master, please... lower your head for a moment."
Duan Mingxiao was tall, and Cong Chun only reached his shoulder. The young master had to lower his head to hang the apron around his neck.
Then, Cong Chun's slender yet strong arms gently encircled Duan Mingxiao's waist, carefully tying his apron on him.
Duan Mingxiao looked down at the apron he was wearing, which had a little cow printed on it.
The boy subconsciously frowned, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
[Chun Chun looks much better in it. I feel like a butcher slaughtering cattle right now.]
Cong Chun subconsciously observed Duan Mingxiao carefully for a while. The young master's expression did indeed resemble that of someone slaughtering a pig at the entrance of their village.
Soon after, two delicious Kobe beef steaks were served.
The aroma was enticing, and Cong Chun was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected the young master's cooking skills to be so good.
Duan Mingxiao stood by the dining table with a cold expression, actually waiting to be praised by Cong Chun.
Cong Chun's attention was drawn to the steak on the table.
He looked up at Duan Mingxiao.
"Young master, please eat quickly."
"Otherwise it will get cold later."
Duan Mingxiao pulled out a chair with a bang, took a knife and started cutting the steak on his plate, then pushed another plate in front of Cong Chun.
He casually dropped a sentence.
"Sit down and eat together."
The Duan family didn't follow the feudal landlord system; when the master ate, the servants had to stand by and serve him.
Cong Chun was somewhat flattered, as he had never eaten steak before.
After cutting for a while, Duan Mingxiao became more and more angry. Why was this steak so difficult to cut?
The young master rolled his eyes.
[You're crazy! Who eats steak for breakfast?]
Cong Chun sat in the dining chair, her gaze fixed on the steak on her plate, her obedient hair brushing against her ears, and she secretly swallowed.
His eyes were bright, filled with longing for delicious food.
Hearing Duan Mingxiao's thoughts, I couldn't help but think of something.
Young master, it's you of course.
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