Lottie busied herself in the kitchen for twenty minutes, making a Japanese omelet and a few cheesy potato pancakes. As she served these steaming dishes to the dining table, she said,
"Elijah, come and eat!"
Elijah glanced at the watch. It was fifteen minutes before eight oclock.
He stood up from the couch, gracefully walked over with his little short legs, and sat down at the dining table.
On the first floor, Fabian wiped the drool off the corner of his mouth and grunted coldly, "They smell good, but they look unappetizing."
"Yummy."
Eliiah seemed to hear Fabian's voice from upstairs as he tasted each dish and concluded blandly.
Lottie smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll often make it for you."
Speaking of which, she seemed to remember something suddenly and asked, "By the way, you stay here so late. Where are your parents?"
"Are you the child of a friend of Mr. Chapman's?"
Before she got married, she hadn't heard that Mr. Chapman had any children.
