The shared washroom in the old house was nothing like the villas where each room typically came with its own set; here, it was communal, with one bathroom on the first floor and another on the second floor.
Jiang Nanshu finished washing up and went downstairs, breakfast was already prepared.
To her surprise, there were even sandwiches on the table, complemented by a glass of milk.
Jiang Nanshu remembered that in the past, it was only large buns filled with meat and a cup of soy milk; Mrs. Ji must have made these to suit the tastes of the young masters and ladies who came from wealthy families.
Jiang Nanshu didn't miss the flicker of resistance in Chu Muxi's eyebrows.
See?
No matter how well you treat them, those who think the local food is dirty will still disdain it.
Mrs. Ji came out of the kitchen and saw Jiang Nanshu come downstairs.
She had changed into a fresh green sundress today, which was quite eye-catching.
