Early in the morning, Li Xiu got up and saw Sha Chu, who lived in the east wing, busy in the kitchen making breakfast. Shortly after, breakfast was served.
"Is this our breakfast?" Li Xiu looked at the food on the table with a peculiar expression.
"Is there a problem?" Sha Chu scrutinized the breakfast on the table. She didn't see any issue, but judging by Li Xiu's expression, there seemed to be a big problem.
"Can I eat something cooked?" Li Xiu looked at the fish slices and raw lettuce on the table and said with a grimace.
The fish slices were thinly cut, translucent and glistening, with plump, tender meat; the vegetables were raw, washed clean, green and vibrant, seemingly healthy.
But Li Xiu was used to eating cooked food, and having these things first thing in the morning was quite uncomfortable for him.
