ike this every mor

ried lamb chops, foie gras in a red wine

arted naming every dish on the tab

ng greasy food in the morning is bad for your

ad the emplo

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n the middle of her nagg

ur employer's living habits." Angela's voice interjected in a timely manner.

al at work. Ah, forget it. I'll jus

now whether to

e a good opportunity

your mommy now. You hired me to be your mother. You can't orde

make sense. He remembered reading the sentence in th

, who had always been a little se

ith his fingertips, thinking of how

abundant and nutritious breakf

ddenly jumped in

t's

ste for breakfast items. But Mommy, I want you to cook

d just now. The next thing she knew, she was in the kitchen doing the prep work fo

learned to prepare a wide assortment of kid-friendly dishes, desserts, and

d out that the task wa

't like gre

n't like v

tes pine

dare to add mil

ric hated everythin

Angela's warnings and con

ngly recommended by Angela, to any of the dishes. Instead, she add

tare, Elise walked into the din

sly at the tray. "

milk and ham, and this

he servings look better, she specially ma

, visuals, and taste. All in all, she w

ally dropped when he heard

all of

reakfast

anything. However, since Elise had made the br

and a servant immediat

breakfast mad

the dishes. Then, he tossed the phone away, and th

" Eric ordered with a pout of disgus

e..." He was enumerating

n, an eggroll was st

delic

egg roll and looked

ll took a deep breath and silentl