The next day, Jason Yang got up early and made breakfast for himself.
Ta-da-da, before we were done, we heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Then, we heard footsteps coming from the corridor on the side.
"Brother Zhuang, can you cook?" Xu Minghui poked his head in surprise. As a prince of the empire, he couldn't, and didn't need to.
The main thing is that my mom and sister are both food-type soul masters and are very good at cooking!
"I know a little bit." Jason Yang nodded slightly, "Just go over there and sit and wait. I'll do yours too."
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