Pfft—
Wen Nan bit down, and the Benedict egg, just put into his mouth, burst open.
Golden egg yolk spurted out, splattering all over Wen Nan's hands, and some even splashed onto Yu Shujun's face.
"No, sorry, I didn't mean to spray it."
Wen Nan hurriedly put down the toast soaked in egg yolk and raised his hand to help Yu Shujun wipe her face.
In his heart, he already had a profound idea about the 800-word taste report he needed to submit to Alex—
Benedict eggs are not suitable as the main dish for brunch, especially when dining together as a couple, because if the eggs are not handled properly, the juice inside can spray, leading to a disaster.
As he thought idly, his hand reached out, but just as Wen Nan's fingers were about to touch Yu Shujun's face, she turned her head to avoid it.
Yu Shujun stared seriously into Wen Nan's eyes, demanding a clear answer: "Okay?"
