Chapter 115

Joshua was not in a hurry to leave, so when Cynthia placed her order for breakfast and headed upstairs, he took it upon himself to go to her kitchen. As someone who did not enjoy cooking, Cynthia's kitchen looked brand new. Except for a few simple seasonings, there was nothing else.

Joshua found the soy milk maker, took out some beans, and began making breakfast.

Half an hour later, Cynthia's order arrived, and Joshua's breakfast was also ready. He made soy milk, a sandwich with a fried egg. When Cynthia saw Joshua's breakfast, she frowned.

She only cared about one thing and asked, "Did you clean the kitchen?"

"No," Joshua lied.

Cynthia suddenly did not feel like her oatmeal was very appetizing, and her temper rose. "Joshua!"

Joshua continued to eat his breakfast, unfazed. As he ate, he could not help but sneak a glance at Cynthia, and a thought crossed his mind.

Cynthia had been living here for a while now. What did she usually eat? There was barely any food in the house, and