A bowl of noodles, Lu Fengxuan had only a bit of broth left and drank about half a glass of water.
As the butler Lin carried away the empty bowl and approached the doorway, he happened to encounter Yu Chiyin, who had just finished bathing in the guest room and was heading back to his own room.
Yu Chiyin's gaze settled on the empty bowl, his lips curving up slightly, as he asked lightly,
"Did the madam finish it all?" It shouldn't have been poured away, right?
Although he tried to hide it, Butler Lin still saw a hint of nervousness in his eyes and chuckled, "The madam finished it all and praised your cooking."
"It's very late, Butler Lin, you should go down and rest."
Heeding the words, Butler Lin withdrew, and Yu Chiyin, with a spring in his step, pushed open the room door and walked towards the inner bedroom.
There was no one on the large bed, and the light was on in the bathroom.
