Jiang Ning hurriedly waved her hand: "Put it down, let me take a look."
The maid placed the basket in front of her.
Suddenly, Miaomiao ran over, jumped on her lap, and meowed a few times.
"Good Miaomiao." Jiang Ning stroked its head, "Are you hungry? Chunlai, bring Miaomiao's cat bowl and prepare some food for it."
Chunlai responded and brought a bowl of food.
Miaomiao jumped down and started eating quietly.
Chunlai, Xiachu, Qiulai, and Dongxie, as her accompanying maids, were all wearing brand-new clothes and looked bright and pretty.
Seeing the cat bowl, the expressions of the people in the room were a bit complicated.
Especially Jiang Yuan, who couldn't help but say: "Jiang Seventh, did you steal this bowl from somewhere?"
"Shut up if you can't talk. What can I do with a broken cat bowl? Get rich by stealing it?" Jiang Ning said annoyedly.
