Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Nian Xiaomu blinked her huge eyes as a crafty look appeared in her eyes. She said, “Young Master, this is considered a classified piece of information to the public relations department since the collaboration has not been confirmed yet—I cannot divulge this to others!”


  “…”


  “After Shangxin has agreed to the endorsement, you can ask Manager Wen about it when she reports to you on her work if you want to know more about it.”


  “…”


  Well done, she even guarded against the president!

  Yu Yuehan looked at her coldly from the corner of his eye. Even though she had performed little actions like pretending to be mysterious, he did not take them to heart. He swept his gaze past the breakfast spread before him and placed the ham that was sitting on his fork into his mouth.

  He tasted a mouthful of it—the taste was pretty decent!

  In comparison to the previous time when she tried her hand in the kitchen, her improvement was not just a tiny bit. Instead, she had improved by leaps and bounds.

  It was so delicious that one could not help but have suspicions…


  “You made today’s breakfast?” Yu Yuehan collected his gaze. He cut a piece of a sunny-side up egg and placed it into his mouth.

  It was three quarters done; exactly the texture that he liked.

  The taste was appropriate as well; it was neither salty nor bland.

  “… not everything.” A guilty look flashed past Nian Xiaomu’s eyes, and she sat down across from him. Stretching her hand out, she pulled her breakfast set toward herself and munched on her food with her head lowered.

  She badly wished that they could skip this topic.

  “Certainly not the ham and the sunny-side up eggs,” Yu Yuehan replied after he heard what she said. However, there wasn’t a single hint of astonishment on his perfectly sculpted face.

  After eliminating the main dishes on the plate, his gaze landed onto a plate of baked bread.

  “You baked this?”


  It wasn’t tough to bake a loaf of bread. Adjusting the temperature and placing the dough in—she should know how to do all these things.

  “…” When Nian Xiaomu heard what he said, she pursed her lips and did not dare to utter a single word.

  In that case, it was probably a no.

  Yu Yuehan knitted his eyebrows. He swept his gaze past the breakfast in front of him and noticed a bowl of vegetable salad which looked pretty exquisite.

  With a movement of his eyes, he asked, “This?”


  “Not this either,” Nian Xiaomu replied weakly.

  Yu Yuehan: “…”


  She had not cooked the ham, the eggs, the bread, or even the salad…


  “Then tell me, what contributions have you made to the breakfast today?”


  She had been really busy standing by the dining table just now—was she just purely helping the chef to arrange the dishes?

  “Who said that I don’t have any contributions!” Nian Xiaomu was outraged. She pointed at the cup before him and declared, “I warmed your milk!”


  Yu Yuehan: “…”


  So her way of thanking him was merely to warm up a cup of milk for him?

  “I even helped to wipe the table and serve the dishes,” she added on hurriedly. Nian Xiaomu felt his ice cold gaze on her, and her back stiffened.

  Was this considered a contribution?

  She also wanted very much to personally cook, but things like cooking required a natural gift from God.

  She would have had to bid goodbye to her bonus if she burnt his kitchen once again.

  She was also concerned about his stomach; he ought to appreciate this considerate thought of hers…


  “Xiao Liuliu, is it tasty?” Nian Xiaomu twisted her head and looked pleadingly at the little rice ball beside her.

  Xiao Liuliu was trying her best to use a tiny ladle to scoop up some egg that had already been sliced. Her tiny mouth was filled with food, but she nodded like a chicken pecking at its food when she heard Nian Xiaomu and replied in a muffled voice, “Very, very tasty…”


  A content look filled her tiny and adorable eyes.

  “Be careful not to choke on your food.” As Nian Xiaomu reminded her, she passed Xiao Liuliu a cup of milk.

  Xiao Liuliu hugged the cup and finished everything in a huff.

  She even burped.

  Covering her mouth, she looked at Yu Yuehan, “Daddi, why are you not eating?”


  “…”


  “So damn slow, so damn slow.” Out from the princess whom he had borne came these quips.

  A certain person’s face turned even darker.

  Nian Xiaomu had not expected the scenario to escalate into this, and her nerves tightened!

  Seeing that Xiao Liuliu had eaten her fill, Nian Xiaomu lifted her up promptly, started running away, and said, “Young Master, it’s time to head to work. I’ll bring Xiao Liuliu to the office first!”