Amelia showed her dissatisfaction on her face. "Plum Soup has to be ice-cold to taste good."
Daniel hurriedly smiled and comforted her gently. "Sweetheart, it's already autumn, and the doctor said that you shouldn't have anything too cold for your body."
Frowning, Amelia put down the soup and looked at the dull, tasteless dishes that were hotel standards. "None of the dishes I like are here, and just looking at them makes me lose my appetite. How am I supposed to eat this?"
Daniel, "..."
Who just said they had a good appetite and weren't picky eaters?
Anna Foster, who was sitting opposite, immediately stood up upon hearing this, "Perhaps I'd better not sit here, lest my sis lose her appetite looking at anything."
Only then did Amelia glance up at the people sitting at the table.
