"Please wait patiently, Mr. Feng Chen. Breakfast will be ready soon."
Judging by the portions, Rita had prepared breakfast for seven people—everyone except herself.
"Please don't find it strange. A maid cannot dine with her master."
The master she was referring to should have been Theresa. Although he had no idea what relationship Rita and Theresa shared, seeing how afraid Theresa was of her made it clear that the relationship between them was absolutely terrible.
Yes, terrible. There probably wasn't another word that could better describe the relationship between the two.
After saying that, Feng Chen found that he could no longer stand by and watch.
There were still enough ingredients in the refrigerator, so making breakfast would not be a problem.
"Are you...making dumplings?"
Perhaps this was what one would expect from an all-purpose maid. She was clearly European, yet she knew about food from the Divine Land.
"Of course. I simply can't stand watching people who lack discipline in their daily lives."
He was the one least qualified to say something like that. After all, he often forgot to eat—even when he had lived alone, he would give up on eating whenever he wanted food but had nothing ready-made. He was even too lazy to order takeout because he considered it too much trouble.
He would never cook for himself unless he was practically starving—that was basically how things were.
Knowing the consequences, Feng Chen immediately began making dumplings. But they were not for himself. They were for Rita.
The kitchen in this dormitory was surprisingly large, perhaps because it was the only dormitory with a kitchen. Feng Chen's room did not have one.
Since it was larger than an ordinary kitchen, it was only natural that it had a few extra gas burners and pots, right?
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