"Get me the Vegetable Porridge." Enna hasn't made a decision, but Baron Lawrence has already issued an order.
"Yes."
Scott Harris brings the porridge to him and goes out with a dozen chefs, also closing the ward door for them.
Baron Lawrence sits on the edge of the bed, stirring the porridge in the bowl with a spoon. He scoops a spoonful and feeds it to her mouth.
"Open up."
"I'll do it myself."
Enna reaches for it.
His hand dodges back, frowning unhappily, "Just open up when I tell you to open up."
Is there such a domineering way of caring for others? Enna thinks he is playing the fool and reluctantly opens her mouth as he wishes.
As soon as the porridge enters her mouth.
Her face immediately wrinkles from the scalding.
She can't swallow or spit it out!
"Not good?" Baron Lawrence thought the porridge by the chef was unpalatable, his face darkens, ready to be angry, "I'll have Scott Harris find someone else to cook it!"
