The next morning, Ji Qingyan woke Lin Yi up early and prepared to go on a date.
Furthermore, she had made breakfast as agreed the day before.
With an apron around her waist and a spatula in her hand, she looked like a beautiful little chef.
"From last night until now, your performance has been great. Madam Lin, please continue to maintain this."
"You're too much," said Ji Qingyan.
"I made it for you because you were leaving, and now you want me to make it every day. You're dreaming."
"Then I'll leave you every day just so that you'll cook delicious food for me every day."
"Every day?"
Ji Qingyan put her hands on her hips and said, "If you dare to try to leave me every day, I'll kill you right now."
"No, no, no. Mrs. Lin, calm down."
"Tsk, bring the bowls and chopsticks."
Lin Yi went to get the bowl and chopsticks, and the two of them ate breakfast together.