Jasmine Yale warmed up milk for Chale Cheney and also made cream puffs, egg tarts, small cakes, and sandwiches.
When Butler Santana got up, he also came to help. She knew Jasmine Yale was skilled, and the breakfast she made was surely loved by the young master.
"Miss Yale, don't tire yourself too much. After the young master goes to school, let's have a walk outside," Butler Santana said.
"Sure, isn't it getting late? Isn't the little guy supposed to be up?" Jasmine Yale glanced at the already bright sky.
Butler Santana checked the time, "It's about time. I'll go call him."
The villa's butler chuckled, "No need, the young master gets up on his own. He has a little alarm clock, and once it rings, he wakes up obediently, very well-behaved."
Jasmine Yale then remembered that Chale Cheney had a little bee alarm clock on his bedside table.
"Is the little guy so disciplined?" Jasmine Yale smiled.
