"Did you make this breakfast?" Shen Mingfeng asked as he sat down at the table.
He pulled Jian Yanyan to sit beside him.
Actually, this breakfast was left for Jian Yanyan by Su Junhao when he left in the morning, but she got up late and hadn't gotten a chance to eat it yet.
She remained silent as Shen Mingfeng started eating.
Chewing on the fried egg, his brows furrowed slightly, "Why does it taste different from before?"
Jian Yanyan was startled and quickly said, "Maybe it's cold. Let me heat it up for you."
She stood up, intending to take the breakfast to the kitchen.
Shen Mingfeng suddenly grasped her wrist, smiling gently, "No need to heat it. Although the taste is different from before, it's not bad. It seems to have a taste of love."
Jian Yanyan's heart skipped a beat again, silently pondering, what exactly is the taste of love?
