After they finished speaking, Wong Qifu and Xu Ke went downstairs for a meal. Zhou Yi Yi and Wang Qiya were already gone, having apparently left right after eating.
That probably has something to do with me, Xu Ke thought. After all, Zhou Yi Yi can't stand me, so if we ate together, there would've inevitably been friction.
Meanwhile, Lin Qinghua and Wang Wu, who had to do their morning training, had already eaten. Wang Wu was currently arranging Wong Qifu's outing, while Lin Qinghua was in the kitchen brewing Xu Ke's medicine.
Xu Ke and Wong Qifu sat facing each other at the dining table. On it were two bowls of white congee and a few simple side dishes.
Seeing this, Xu Ke was taken aback.
"Not to your liking?" Wong Qifu couldn't help but ask when she saw his dazed expression.
"Not at all," Xu Ke shook his head with a smile. "I just figured someone of your status would have a Western-style breakfast. I didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth."
