Lawrence Winters murmured, "No need, you go sleep. I'll nap a bit longer and then get up to buy breakfast."
She liked the fish porridge and pan-fried buns from the breakfast shop outside the neighborhood.
Ever since she showcased her martial arts in front of that breakfast shop and saved two little kids, she had become an honorary customer there.
No matter how late it was, as long as she wanted to eat, the small shop owner would agree to provide her with fish porridge and pan-fried buns.
Lawrence was quite pleased, though it was just a private joy; she wouldn't actually call in the dead of night to ask them to make her fish porridge and pan-fried buns.
She still went to queue every morning.
The only perk was that when the staff saw her arrive, they would proactively bring out her order, sparing her the wait.
