Syra did exactly just like what Clyde instructed her.
She went out to buy groceries by herself and came back home right away so she could start preparing for dinner.
"Hi little girl, is there anything I could help you with?"
Naomi asked as soon as he saw Syra getting busy in the kitchen.
"Sure. Could you please help me call Master Clyde? Tell him that dinner is ready."
"Roger that."
The cat replied and as soon as he said that, he dashed straight to their master's room right away.
After a couple of minutes, Naomi came back to the dining area with Clyde walking alongside him.
"Dinner is served, Master."
Syra greeted him with a bright smile.
Clyde on the other hand nodded his head in satisfaction when he saw how neat Syra arranged the set of meals in his refectory table.
The long dining table was made of solid oak and it was actually one of his most prized antique collections. However, most of the time, Clyde would hardly make good use of this table as he often opted for food deliveries and ate it in the comfort of his own room and bed.
Without saying a word, Clyde walked towards the other end of the dining table, then he took his seat there.
"It's been ages since we last had this kind of meal, Master. Don't you agree?"
Naomi said in delight as he started digging in.
Clyde remained unbothered despite seeing the tomcat digging on his food. He was used to eating together with his pet so he found no issue seeing the cat eating at the same table as his.
"What are you waiting for???"
He suddenly asked Syra when he noticed that the other party remained standing on the side.
"Huh????"
Meanwhile, when Syra realized that Clyde was actually talking to her directly, she was caught off guard.
"Huh????"
Clyde 'huh' backed to mock her response.
"What now? Are you just going to stare at me and the food? I know my face was good to stare at but it won't make you full. Surely, you still need to eat. Have a seat and serve yourself."
'This man surely had a serious case of an inflated ego.'
Syra thought to herself but at the same time, she also took a seat at the nearby chair.
Wondering to herself as she filled her plate with food, a new realization dawned at Syra.
Thinking about it, it seemed that she was actually in good hands now. Well, it was true that it did not change the fact that she remained as a servant but at least, she now had a quite considerate master. Unlike before, when she used to work her ass off with her stepfamily.
This was relatively a better deal.