At the same time she grumbled, "When Xiaoyang was little, he especially loved this. After he grew up and started doing modeling and 3D printing, he stopped liking puzzles like this…"
Yang Zhengxi snorted, turned and sat down at the dining table. "Mom, let's have breakfast first. You flew in overnight too, right? You must be hungry."
President Liu immediately shut up.
Hungry? Of course she was hungry. She looked expectantly toward the kitchen, then at Qiaoqiao. "What are we eating today?"
The chef perked up, and the housekeeper was also beaming. "Today for breakfast we have soup dumplings, crab roe…"
Seven or eight things to eat and drink first thing in the morning—not extravagant, but definitely rich enough.
But as the people at the table listened, their smiles all faded, and President Liu's face downright collapsed:
"None of that sounds like it's…"
