The next morning, sitting at the dining table, Xia Lu carefully observed every move Zhou Mingchen made and noticed that he put down his coffee cup. She immediately set down her chopsticks as well. "I'm full."
"Madam, you've only had one bowl of porridge today~" Zhang Ma said from the side, "You usually have two bowls. How can you be full with just one bowl of porridge~"
"I've been on a diet recently," Xia Lu replied. "And with the summer heat, it's normal to have a decreased appetite."
Zhang Ma caught a glimpse of the empty steamer basket next to them and realized the second one wasn't full either. So she swallowed the words she wanted to say. If Xia Lu had her fill of soup dumplings and couldn't drink down the porridge, that's fine. If she said she wanted to diet, then diet it is.
