The following morning, Rayven rose with an unusual determination as he really wanted to do something today.
Perhaps he was thinking too much about the taste of the mayonnaise, as he even dreamed about it. That creamy flavor haunted him as he knew that he needed to taste it again…
When breakfast was served to him in the dining hall, it was the same kind of fare he had grown used to…
It was simple yet filling enough for a working man.
It was a bowl of porridge sweetened faintly with honey, a piece of bread that was still warm, and a boiled egg split neatly in half. Nothing extravagant, but it kept his stomach steady.
Although they could have had better meals, Albert didn't want to waste that much on it. Whatever the workers eat, Albert and Rayven would just take it.
Of course, if they have special guests, they wouldn't dare to serve them commoners' food.
"Mhmm…"
