The next morning, at the breakfast table, a unique bowl of soup was placed in front of Richelle Dunn.
As soon as Richelle sat down, she pointed at the soup in the bowl.
"Stewed Chicken Soup?"
Roy Lewis nodded, picked up the Tiffany who had her arms outstretched and was cooing "Daddy, hold me", and placed her on the chair, then sequentially lifted Timothy and Timmy onto their respective chairs as well.
Richelle watched with interest as the three little ones in the family seemed to have developed the habit of sitting in a line, waiting for their father to hold them one by one and place them on their chairs during meals.
It was true what they said - those who were favored felt secure!
Richelle scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it, "Well done, Master Lewis! Who did you learn this from? The taste is not bad, and the proportions of the Angelica sinensis and red dates are just right!"
