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Chapter 29: 29 The Golden House Conceals the Beauty (3)

Just as she pushed open the door, Bo Yan had finished preparing breakfast. The aroma of food filled the dining room, and her stomach couldn’t help but let out a “gurgle.”

It was already ten o’clock in the morning, and she had only nibbled on a sandwich in the car the night before; apart from drinking water, she hadn’t eaten anything else.

As a female star, self-management was essential. In her original home, there were all kinds of fresh organic vegetables that Wei Jingjing had prepared for her—if she was really hungry, she could nibble on some greens or eat a carrot to stave off the hunger. But here…

She didn’t dare order takeout blindly, especially since she had an easy-to-gain weight physique and was prone to water retention. If she ate too many oily or salty foods the day before, she would gain weight just from drinking water the next day.

Xia Siyu went to the fridge first, opened the door, and found it completely empty. There was not only no food, but also no beer or soft drinks.

If there were such things, she could at least last until Wei Jingjing came over with supplies. But now…

While she hesitated, Bo Yan had already set out the dishes and opened a bottle of Paris water, pouring it into a tall glass. Xia Siyu glanced over and saw slices of bread, chicken breast, eggs, and vegetables. It looked like a standard diet and fitness meal suited for stars like them.

And perhaps because Bo Yan was a man with a larger appetite, he had made two portions; both were placed in front of him…

She quickly turned her head and went to the cabinet, opening its doors to see if there was anything to eat or drink inside.

Unfortunately, the place had been uninhabited for a long time; not to mention instant noodles or milk, there wasn’t even a single biscuit.

Xia Siyu opened the food delivery app. Qingcheng Apartment was in the city center, so naturally there were restaurants. However, after a scan, most of the nearby places were selling fried chicken and barbecue; at this time, the breakfast buns shops had also closed. The few restaurants that seemed a bit lighter were all marked as “Open for business at 11 a.m.”

If she had to wait until 11, she’d starve!

As she struggled with her decision, Bo Yan had already begun to eat. He sat at the table, eating gracefully. Only occasionally, when cutting the chicken breast, did the tip of his knife gently touch the plate, making a crisp sound.

She hesitantly approached the table and watched him cut a large piece of chicken, chew it thoroughly with his fork, and put it into his mouth. The chicken breast had been prepared to be tender and juicy, full of flavour, and looked very appetizing.

As she watched, her stomach let out another “gurgle,” this time loud enough for Bo Yan to turn his head and look at her.

Since he had noticed, she didn’t beat around the bush, and looked straight at the breakfast, “Is it good? Where did you buy this meat? It looks quite fresh; next time I’ll ask Wei Jingjing to bring me some too.”

Bo Yan glanced at her face. Her eyes were fiery, fixated on the food, much like a stray dog on the street eyeing your kebabs, waiting to be fed by a feeder.

While gazing at the food, she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Bo Yan had an indifferent gaze as he looked down at his own plate. Then he pushed the other portion of the meal toward her with a flick of his wrist.

Xia Siyu’s eyes instantly brightened, and without a word, she sat down, took the utensils as if she was afraid he would change his mind, and made sure to sit at the far end of the long table, a good two meters away from him.