Di Mingzhe furrowed his brow slightly and stepped forward.
The butler also quickly followed, instructing the servants, "The lord has yet to eat, prepare the meal immediately."
"Yes." The servant respectfully agreed, and hurried off to prepare the meal.
"Are you feeling better?" Di Mingzhe walked to the dining table, ignoring the chair the butler had pulled out for him at his designated seat, he chose to sit directly next to Di Xiaxia.
Di Xiaxia prodded at the rice in her bowl, "So-so, I don't feel anything notable, it still hurts."
She then started to dig in, her left-handed grip on the spoon was incredibly awkward.
Di Mingzhe didn't say a word and simply sat quietly by her side.
Less than two seconds later, Di Mingzhe frowned, "Why are you only eating rice?"
Di Xiaxia was somewhat embarrassed because it was difficult to serve dishes with her left hand!
Normally, she would protest, but this time she didn't, she merely grumbled about the rice, "It's delicious."
