The mother and daughter had just left when Lan Xiang came out from the kitchen.
"Sister Xiangxiang, good morning," Ye Wutian greeted Lan Xiang.
"Good morning, Mr. Ye. Did breakfast suit your taste?" Lan Xiang asked politely.
"Did you make all this?" Ye Wutian asked curiously.
"Yes, the master and mistress never eat breakfast from outside, so I always make it with my own hands every day," Lan Xiang replied.
"You really put in a lot of effort," Ye Wutian said, feeling quite sympathetic.
"It's not hard. The master and mistress have treated me with great kindness. They not only paid for my mother's medical bills but also built a new house for my family and even give me ten thousand yuan salary every month." Lan Xiang spoke with a look of gratitude in her eyes.
Ye Wutian nodded, then asked, "Have you been feeling unwell anywhere recently? I'm a doctor, so I could help treat you incidentally."
"You are a doctor?" Lan Xiang suddenly asked with surprise.
Ye Wutian nodded.
