Chapter 4 - Isn’t That Breakfast Too Good for a Carer? (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Luosang had no choice but to go downstairs to get water for Nian Junting. Meanwhile, she told herself that she needed to come up with a solution. Staying up every night might lead to sudden death, even though she was young.

The next morning, the breakfast was ready when she went downstairs. The long dining table was laden with all kinds of food, including both Chinese and Western cuisine. It was like a buffet breakfast served in a five star hotel.

Sister Lan, who worked in the kitchen, was responsible for Nian Junting’s breakfast, so Luosang could finally rest for a while at this time.

“Luosang, your breakfast,” said Sister Lan while pointing at the portion served on an end of the table.

“Thank you, Sister Lan,” said Luosang as she grabbed her food and sat down.

Sister Lan was an amiable middle-aged woman. She prepared sweetcorn, eggs, xiaolongbao, and milk for Luosang. Luosang had a sleepless night, so when she saw the rich breakfast, she felt so hungry that her stomach began to gurgle.

However, instead of eating right away, she waited until Sister Lan filled a bowl with porridge and began feeding Nian Junting. Then, she started eating slowly.

Nian Junting didn’t get enough sleep either, so he was in a bad mood. After finis.h.i.+ng half a small bowl of porridge and a fried egg, he couldn’t eat anymore food.

From the corner of his eyes, he cast a quick glance at Luosang sitting in front of him, and found that she was eating like a prisoner. He saw her take a bite of the sweetcorn and then take a swig of milk. She had a very good appet.i.te and was eating happily indeed.

‘She’s so unpleasant to look at,’ he complained silently to himself.

When he was in a bad mood, he didn’t like the look of anyone he saw.

He knocked on his lap with his long and slender fingers, pointed at Luosang with his chin and said to Sister Lan, “She’s just a carer; isn’t that breakfast too good for her?”

Sister Lan paused briefly, then responded, “I… don’t think so. We all have the same food.”

“Is she comparable to you?” said Nian Junting flatly. “She claims to be my carer, but she has been here for three days and I’m not feeling even slightly better. She has done no work at all. From tomorrow and onwards, she’ll only have a steamed bun for breakfast.”

Hearing this conversation, Luosang choked on an egg and almost failed to swallow it.

Sister Lan glanced at Luosang sympathetically. She summoned up her courage and said to Nian Junting, “Young Master, you said yourself that she’s only been here for three days. How can you recover in just three days? The doctor said you need at least a month to recover. Don’t you think you’re being… too stingy? Like people said, breakfast needs to be nutritious. She needs some good food for breakfast, or she won’t have the energy to take care of you.”