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Breakfast was almost ready.
It was just that Xia Xin had been engrossed in conversation with Jiangli and forgot to heat the milk.
After Jiangli finished speaking, Xia Xin hurried to warm the milk.
Before long, breakfast was served at the dining table.
Uncertain of Jiangli's tastes and fearing she might not be accustomed to milk sandwiches, he also prepared a Chinese-style breakfast.
He left her to choose.
Looking at the two breakfast options, Jiangli picked up a sandwich, puzzled, "Is this your current breakfast? Why does it look so strange, filling is all exposed."
Xia Xin almost laughed out loud, "Ancestor, this isn't a regular bun or steamed bun, this is called a sandwich, it's from Western countries. Modern young people really like it. I thought since you haven't eaten one before, I would make one for you to try and see if you'd like to taste something new."