Inside Li Yang's bedroom.
"Whew... looks like these clothes are ruined. Well, I'd better rinse off first!" Li Yang, who had returned to his room with an Evasion Technique, looked at his drowned-rat reflection in the mirror and smiled helplessly. Under such powerful water pressure, it was only natural for his clothes to be destroyed.
Ten minutes later, after washing up, the refreshed Li Yang walked onto the balcony in his pajamas. It was only around six in the morning. The air was fresh, and all of Manhattan was still relatively quiet, with few people on the streets. Looking down at 57th Street, Manhattan, Li Yang took a deep breath, then turned and headed downstairs.
As Li Yang had expected, breakfast was already prepared downstairs.
The first-floor hall of Li Yang's villa was quite spacious. Sofas stood in the center of the hall, three of them arranged along three sides, while the remaining side held a wall-mounted ultra-thin television. Behind the sofas was a long dining table. Little Jack and Lily usually watched television on the sofas.
"Oh, Miss Lily, why did you make more than ten dishes today? Five or six dishes for breakfast would have been enough!" Li Yang's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the lavish breakfast spread across the long dining table. As he spoke, he sat down and picked up his chopsticks. He was still more accustomed to using them.
"Mr. Mu Yi, the three maids arrived last night. I arranged for them to stay in the rooms downstairs. This breakfast was a small test for them. These fifteen breakfast dishes were made separately by the three maids." Miss Lily was dressed in pale red and looked rather high-spirited. Three Filipino maids stood respectfully behind her.
"Good morning, Mr. Mu!" the three maids