Alex was delighted. Perhaps because he had been in the dominant position the night before, and he had not been able to sleep for two consecutive nights, Alex slept very soundly that night.
When he woke up the next day, he realized that his woman was no longer in bed. Where did she go? It was inconvenient for her to move about. With her big pregnant belly, even getting downstairs was inconvenient for her.
Alex got out of bed in one fell swoop, and then he came out after he simply grabbed a robe and wrapped himself up. When he arrived at the stairs, he heard voices from downstairs.
"That'll do, Madam Quinn. Just add a little water, so it's not too thick and not too watery. The main thing was to get up early and prepare the ingredients,’’ said Jane gently.
The maid, Madam Quinn, then asked, "Madam, does it mean that you always had to get up very early in the morning in the past?"
Jane nodded calmly. "Mm-hmm. I used to get up at four o'clock in the morning to prepare to make porridge. The whole process basically takes up to three hours.” "Also, these rolled oats..." asked Madam Quinn again.
"I bought these rolled oats from a local farmer in the suburbs of Kidon City. Their oats are organic. They do not use any artificial pesticides, and even the fertilizers used are all organic. The oats have a special size cut, which made it taste chewier and more aromatic," said Jane patiently.
After all, the time they spent in South City was very little. At best they would stay here for only a month in a year. Therefore, every time they came to South City, Jane would keep a small bag of rolled oats that were tightly sealed in her luggage. This was because she knew Alex loved the porridge she made the most, and this porridge could not be bought in the market. It was her special creation based on Alex's taste.
When they were in Kidon City, Jane and Alex were the only ones there in Alex's place most of the time.
Therefore, the maids did not know how much thought Jane had put into the matter of serving Alex. In order t o let Alex have the most authentic pumpkin porridge, she practically stood guard at the farmer’s house when it was almost time for harvesting. She would even pick the harvest by hand.
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