"This youngster, why is he being so vague in handling things?" Old Master knitted his brow in disapproval. "If he doesn't say so, who would know what this is?"
At this moment, the Old Madam had already asked, "What did you send?"
Lyke Zhekova was waiting for someone to ask him this.
If no one asked, it would be awkward for him to just blurt it out, ruining the atmosphere, wouldn't it?
Fortunately, the Old Madam asked, and Lyke Zhekova quickly replied, "This is chicken soup that Peggy Lewis made for me. It's good for the stomach."
"Peggy insisted on making soup for me. She got up early in the morning before dawn, and I didn't even know." Lyke Zhekova took a page out of the book of the Third Old Master Zhekova and Adrian Zhekova, explaining ahead of time, "By the time I saw it, she had already made the soup. After much pleading on my part, she finally agreed to postpone making soup for me until the weekend."
"She works so hard, it hurts my heart." Lyke Zhekova said.
