"Since she hasn't eaten, let's invite her over to eat with her," said the young master of the Zhao family.

"Master, is it really okay?" Shu'er asked.

"What's wrong? It's just a meal." The young master of the Zhao family said.

After casually understanding what the young master meant, he went to Ningxiang's yard and invited Ningxiang over.

As a result, as soon as Ningxiang sat down, she heard the young master of the Zhao family say: "I heard that you didn't even eat breakfast?"

"It's because Ningxiang can't eat it herself," Ningxiang said.

"If you feel that the dishes in the small kitchen are not to your taste, you can tell them to make some other side dishes for you. You look so weak, as if other courtyards don't give you food," said the young master of the Zhao family.

"Yes." Ningxiang said.

"Master, the small kitchen is busy stewing Yunhe's bird's nest. How can I have time to cook for Ningxiang? It's just that Ningxiang doesn't want to cause trouble, so she endures it again and again. It's been several days and she hasn't had a meal.

Hot food, do you know that the porridge Ningxiang drank a few days ago was sour?" Shu'er said.
Chapter completed!