But Nora Smith ignored them, went straight to the kitchen and looked at Wilma, who was still stewing, and whispered.
"Wilma, is there anything else to eat?"
Hearing this, Wilma turned his head, and when he saw Nora Smith, his face smiled a little more.
"Nora, when the young master left, he specially asked me to stew you some soup, which is now in the pot."
With that, she had already taken out the bowl and spoon. "Nora, wait at the table first, and I'll bring it to you right away."
Nora Smith curved his mouth. "It's hard for you, Wilma."
Just as Nora Smith sat down at the table and waited, Ashley Hawn, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up.
"Some are really born lazy."
She whispered in Nora Smith's ear, where Wilma came with the soup, and Ashley Hawn touched Wilma's wrist with his elbow, with a cold glimpse in his eyes.
Wilma naturally didn't hold the bowl of soup firmly, but buckled it directly on the ground, and all the soup spilled out.