An Ran gazed at him in confusion.
Chi Cheng pulled out the chair next to him, "Come sit."
In a daze, An Ran moved over and sat down beside Chi Cheng.
An Ran's breakfast was sunny-side-up eggs and fried ham, served with lettuce on toast, a simple meal.
But she still messed it up...
After all, it was her first time making it.
Next time.
Next time it surely won't burn.
Lost in her thoughts, she saw Chi Cheng using a fork to pick out the unburnt bits of ham and egg, slicing them up and gracefully placing them onto her plate one by one.
"Eh?" An Ran didn't quite understand.
Chi Cheng's smile was mischievous, "I've picked it out, eat up."
An Ran's eyes fell on the food left on Chi Cheng's plate, "What about you?"
"I'll eat with you," Chi Cheng said and started eating.
What he ate were the somewhat burnt parts.
Though not completely blackened, it definitely wasn't tasty.
Yet Chi Cheng ate slowly, as if savoring a gourmet meal in France.
