"Ms. Bernice, Miss Emma, Mr. Deon has sent the bird's nest soup," a servant's voice came from the door.
Bernice sat up and said unhappily, "Couldn't he send something else?"
Deon's soft voice came from the door, "Ask her what she wants to eat."
Immediately after, the servant asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Bernice stared at the door and said after a long time, "Doesn't he know what I want to eat?"
Emma held back her laughter, got out of bed and walked to the door.
"She likes to eat braised pork, stewed meatballs and steamed yellow croaker...." Deon was listing the dishes, "You go and make these first. I'll come up with something else...."
Emma opened the door.
Deon stopped before he could finish the sentence.
He stared at Emma, then frowned at the servant in front of him and said, "Go and make something else."
The servant quickly nodded and carried the bird's nest soup away.