Early morning, as dawn broke, five women were already awake, each preparing a part of breakfast.
They waited for Tang Feng to come out of the Cultivation Room.
As if they had a tacit understanding, they had just finished when Tang Feng emerged.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he energetically approached the women.
"Without me here, you must have not slept well."
"You're overthinking it. We don't know how deeply we slept," Qian Wu laughed.
"That's good. I thought you'd wait for me. I get to indulge in Qiu Yu and Linglong's culinary skills after a long time." Tang Feng tasted a bit, feeling the flavor too exquisite.
These women had put a lot of heart into the breakfast. Tang Feng believed that if one cooks with care, it surely won't turn out bad.
If there is no heart in the cooking, the result lacks soul, far from being delectable.
