He Was Just Pulling Her Leg

The next day, Elizabeth Liang got up at the break of dawn. Her patron needed breakfast. She spent two whole hours simmering a pot of porridge. James Lu came downstairs just as she placed two bowls of it on the table. He wore a dark purple suit over a pink dress shirt, and a burgundy tie around his neck. His hair was carefully combed and hairsprayed, with each hair perfectly in place. At first sight Elizabeth found his attire rather excessive, but when she took a second look, she thought that it actually fit his appearance quite well. The colors suited his light skin, it looked neither too frivolous nor outdated. Elizabeth's always thought of him as good-looking, but he looked especially handsome and dignified today. "Breakfast is ready." Elizabeth set down the chopsticks and yelled at James. James walked over and looked condescendingly at the table. Placed on it were two bowls of soft and fragrant porridge, two boiled eggs and a plate of mixed radish strips. He immediately felt offende