Song Yansheng didn't seem interested in discussing the quality of the garden with him and asked Aunt Hui who had just walked in, "How's breakfast coming along?"
Aunt Hui came in with a pot of tea, the one Liao Qinghe had requested earlier.
She said, "It's being prepared..."
Song Yansheng nodded and then asked Liao Qinghe, "Mr. Liao, what would you like for breakfast? Although the chef at Song Mansion is mediocre, we will do our best to meet Mr. Liao's preferences!"
Liao Qinghe shrugged nonchalantly, "Mr. Song is too polite. I am not picky when dining with a beautiful lady. Um, I believe I mentioned this last night!"
Song Yansheng squinted his eyes, while Shi Nuan looked down awkwardly.
This Liao Qinghe really had a way with words...
Song Yansheng gave him a light glance and a thin smile, didn't take the jasmine tea, and led Shi Nuan downstairs.
