As soon as Jiang Mian started to speak, He Yubai held up his phone in front of him and even thoughtfully swiped the screen with his finger.
Photos of an octopus, photos of someone being pinched by chopsticks-like legs, and photos with absolutely no sleeping posture whatsoever.
Jiang Mian: "..."
He Yubai asked considerately, "Do you need me to help you recall again? Hmm?"
"Actually, you've really misunderstood me."
In any case, this is a loss that cannot be suffered head-on; the only option is to avoid it.
Jiang Mian sat up in bed and solemnly explained to herself: "I wanted to tell you that at this time, my parents have already finished breakfast and left. There's no need to go now. It's better to have breakfast at the hotel first."
That's a fair part of the reason. Jiang Mian didn't want to suffer a direct loss, and she was also eager to see what the breakfast in the presidential suite was like. She'd heard that food was delivered to the room by a trolley.
At this moment, his resentment towards the rich had long been forgotten, and he only wanted to quickly enjoy the breakfast here!
He Yubai wanted to say something like, "The hotel breakfast is just so-so, I'm already tired of it," but when he saw the expectant look in Jiang Mian's eyes, he swallowed his words.
What others enjoy is something he's long since grown tired of, while what he cares about might be readily available to others.
Take family ties, for example.
"You really want to eat it?"
"Uh-huh!"
Jiang Mian nodded vigorously.
"Then have someone send it over."
He Yubai picked up the landline and made a call, specifically asking the other party to deliver two breakfasts to his door.
The hotel has never dared to refuse the requests of guests in the presidential suite, especially since it's just a matter of two breakfasts; they could even ask for a few more.
A short while later, the doorbell rang, and a waiter arrived pushing a small food cart.
He Yubai opened the door, said thank you, and took the small food cart from the other person and pushed it in.
Jiang Mian looked closely and realized that the breakfast must have been heated before it was delivered, as steam was still rising from it.
Because the dishes were so exquisitely prepared, Jiang Mian couldn't even name a few of them. She only recognized two pasta dishes, several croissants, pan-fried buns sprinkled with sesame seeds, cream puffs, egg hot dogs, and two servings of fruit and milk. In short, there were all sorts of colors.
As expected of VIP treatment in a presidential suite, this level of luxury is truly high!
He Yubai urged him, "Go wash up quickly and eat breakfast while it's hot."
Jiang Mian reluctantly refused: "But I don't want to wash up right now, I just want to eat breakfast."
"Are you sure?" He Yubai pointed at his hand. "You just gave me a massage, are you sure you don't want to wash your hands before eating?"
"What do you need to wash? I'm sure you're clean, Young Master He."
Jiang Mian smiled and squinted her eyes: "Even if I don't use my hands, you can help feed me, right? It's just a matter of one chopstick."
Then, quite obediently, she opened her mouth and said, "Ah~"
"I don't have the habit of feeding people, you should eat by yourself."
After finishing his meal, He Yubai picked up a piece of yellow peach and tasted it.
Jiang Mian immediately snorted, "Cold-hearted and heartless. I was just joking with you. If you don't want to feed me, then don't. I'll just eat it myself."
Seeing that He Yubai was eating politely, he didn't want to fall behind, so he jumped out of bed and rushed to the dining table.
While eating, he mumbled, "If you want to feed me later, humph! You won't have the chance! Don't go back on your word then!"
Although it wasn't very clear, He Yubai still understood, and simply curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "I never go back on my word."
Young Master He had indeed forgotten the saying "a word becomes a prophecy," just as he didn't know that sometimes being proven wrong can happen very quickly.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
[PS: I've already gotten used to the bad reviews saying my writing is terrible, but some people are still coming at me head-on, saying I have no morals. Me: ??? Oh wait, if I had morals, would I still be writing this book? If I wasn't afraid of getting arrested, I'd be speeding on the highway near Haitang right now!]
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