âHehe, this is an egg.â
âYou should also drink a glass of milk.â
âChef Uncle made steak too, you should eat some.â
âRight, and vegetables. You have to finish this vegetable salad, girl.â
Enna Clark looked helplessly at the growing pile of food in front of her, not knowing how to stop him.
It was Scott Harris who noticed her predicament. He quickly stopped Bobby Clark, who was about to bring her more fruit, and advised, âYoung Master, if Ms. Clark eats this much all at once, it might hurt her stomach.â
Bobby was displeased, âBut she hasnât eaten anything all day! Eating a little bit isnât enough!â
âEating too much is bad for the stomach, really.â
Bobby pouted, âBut eating too little is also bad for the stomach.â
âLord Lawrence has already arranged for the kitchen to make porridge for Ms. Clark. Iâll order the servant to bring it out right away.â Scott Harris said respectfully.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDubious Man made porridge too?â How did he not know?
âYes, Lord Lawrence arranged for a nutritionist to make porridge for Ms. Clark according to the daily dietary fiber intake required for humans. Young Master, you donât have to worry about Ms. Clarkâs health.â
Baron Lawrence arranged for someone to make porridge for her?
Enna recalled the conversation she heard at the stairway corner. He had also waited for 40 minutes to make honey water for her.
Perhaps for ordinary people, these 40 minutes may not mean much, but she knew that every second of Baron Lawrenceâs time was extremely precious. His 40 minutes could hold a conference worth hundreds of millions.
Her heart was filled with indescribable sweetness and sourness.
Soon, Scott Harris had the kitchen bring out a bowl of steaming hot porridge.
Under Bobbyâs watchful eye, Enna finished the porridge and was even forced to eat some vegetable salad. Her stomach was full, but Bobby still insisted that it was for her health, while still trying to make her eat some fruit.
Seeing that Enna really couldnât eat any more, he finally stopped.
Throughout the whole dinner, the main seat at the table remained vacant.
After dinner, the servants cleared the table and reset it with fresh flowers and fruits.
Bobby excitedly told her about how Scott Harris had taken him to catch fish in the creek that afternoon. When he got to the exciting parts, he even spat as he spoke.
âOh girl, I heard that there will be fireflies tonight. Shall we go and watch them together? Iâve never seen fireflies before.â
âSure.â
Enna agreed readily.
Tobias suddenly jumped up, kissed her on the cheek, and held her arm sweetly, âI love you, girl.â
He was just a little kid, usually acting arrogant and pompous. Suddenly confessing his love so sweetly, Enna was a bit taken aback.
However, Tobias had already started planning what to bring tonight. âUncle Harris said we could catch fireflies with a net. I also need to bring a bottle to keep the fireflies we catch.â
âI wonder if you can breed these bugs yourself. If so, it would be great to raise them in large quantities. So many people in Capital City have never seen fireflies; we could definitely sell them for a good price!â
ââ¦Little money-grubber.â
Tobias put his hands on his hips and proudly retorted, âI call this having a good money-making strategy.â
Enna flicked his forehead and said, âWe can go and watch the fireflies tonight, but we canât catch them. If you put fireflies in a bottle, they will die overnight. They have dads and moms and good friends just like you. If they die, their parents would be heartbroken, right?â