After a night of cultivation, Ye Qiu opened his eyes. It was already past eight in the morning when he got up, washed, and dressed. Coming down from the second floor of the castle, he found that Louise, Zhou Wenting, and Helena were all still asleep.
"Good morning, Mr. Ye."
The housekeeper Eugene greeted him.
"Is breakfast ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Ye, it's ready."
Eugene replied.
As usual, breakfast consisted of French bread—with an addition of caviar and foie gras. However, the caviar was of the ordinary kind, carrying a fishy and salty taste Ye Qiu found unappetizing. The foie gras was decent, but it became cloying after a while.
The French bread, too—while passable—couldn't compare to the breakfasts of Huaxia.
"Eugene, to ease your workload, I'm planning to hire a few Chinese helpers from Chinatown to assist you."
"Mr. Ye, I'm not at all busy. On the contrary, I thrive on the work."
Eugene stated.
