"Did the gentleman leave a recipe here?" Forsythia asked.
"Yes, ma'am. The head chef studied the recipe late into the night last night."
This man, always thinking of her wherever he goes. Forsythia smiled faintly and sat down. Little Black Girl rushed to serve Forsythia her meal.
In the quiet dining hall, only the sound of Little Black Girl cutting steak for Forsythia could be heard lightly ringing in the plates.
Forsythia ate an exceptionally large amount, causing Little Black Girl to be amazed. Her curiosity and astonishment were completely unmasked, evident in her beautiful eyes. Forsythia laughed, saying, "Do you think I eat a lot?"
Little Black Girl nodded, "Ma'am, you eat so much and don't gain weight; I'm so envious. Look at me, if I drink water, I get fat." While speaking, Little Black Girl pinched the fat on her waist.
