Jing Lan doesn't really eat breakfast—at least not such a lavish breakfast.
The Jing Family used to indulge like this, but for him, those days are almost forgotten.
A single tube of nutrient agent can sustain someone for two to three days.
Convenient and straightforward.
"Got any wine?"
"Drinking wine so early in the morning isn't good." Chuzheng got up to pour him a glass of water. "Have some water."
"..."
Jing Lan felt a bit annoyed.
He wanted to lose his temper, but in the end, he suppressed it and gulped down the water in one go.
Chuzheng looked at him, "If you don't like this, I can have Xiao Jiu buy something else..."
"I'm not picky." Jing Lan said drily.
These things taste much better than nutrient agents.
If placed in front of anyone, as long as they're not allergic, probably no one would be picky.
"Then go ahead and eat."
Chuzheng handed him the chopsticks.
Jing Lan hesitated, then took them.
