Huo Juanyan shook his head gently, "I'm not hungry."
Nan Yu squinted her eyes, recalling what Nanny Wang had mentioned before.
A thought crossed her mind, and she scooped up a spoonful of soup, bringing it to Huo Juanyan's lips.
"Have a sip."
Seeing her gesture, Huo Juanyan tasted the spoonful of soup from her hand.
"Mm, it tastes really good."
Nan Yu also picked up a piece of pork rib for him, "These ribs are also delicious."
Looking at the rib she had added to his bowl, the appetite he had lacked suddenly emerged.
He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
What once tasted bland and unappealing now seemed flavorful, much better than before.
Nan Yu continued adding various dishes to his bowl, introducing them one by one.
Standing at the kitchen door, Nanny Wang and Qi Ming witnessed the scene, their eyes filled with unmistakable amusement.
Nanny Wang whispered to Qi Ming, "See, I told you before, the young master is fond of the young madam—they're made for each other."
