On the dining table was a spread of red date rice, brown sugar soup, braised pork trotters, steamed spareribs... and so on.
It was a proper feast of high-fat foods and an array of nourishing tonics.
"Well, this is just something else. Now I finally see why President Morgan hired a nanny for you."
"Haha, I told you! I knew that thing of mine would come in handy, but you didn't believe me."
Mrs. Ellison was stunned for a moment at the sight, then burst out laughing.
"You... You, stop laughing! Just you wait and see how I deal with him when he gets home tonight."
Vera Warner was utterly speechless, but Nanny Ward had gone to so much trouble to make everything. It would be too rude not to eat a single bite.
So, Vera Warner could only force down a few simple bites.
But not long after Vera Warner and Mrs. Ellison had returned to the room, there was another knock on the door.
"Ma'am, it's time for your meal."
