The man walked into the dining room.
The chefs had prepared a table brimming with breakfast. There was an incredible variety, each dish served in a small portion, but the selection was vast. Any single dish on the table was beyond An Xiaoni's culinary abilities.
His gaze swept casually across the dining table, landing on a fried egg in a small dish. It was the first thing that caught his eye, purely because its appearance was the ugliest. Neither round nor long, the poor egg bulged high on one side, looking as thick as if it were still raw, while the other side was thin, tattered, burned, and awkwardly patched together.
Chapter 21