Glasses and kitchen utensils clinked one another and the entire hall was filled with sumptuous dinner.
Everyone ate in relish. The dinner served today consisted of Beijing-style roasted duck, Malaxiangguo—hot spicy fried noodles, and fresh fruit juices.
The aroma expelled away previous heavy burden on everyone's shoulders and allowed the diners to have only one thought—eating.
Amorette wasn't in a normal state but that didn't affect her in the manor, where care and precaution were available around her.
Ling Qingyu felt glad, she bought this manor along with hiring the staff, who was very responsible in Ling Qingyu's opinion.
Before, Denise might have been burdened a lot of the time, when Ling Qingyu wasn't home, without any opportunity to enjoy her hobby.
Now, Ling Qingyu noticed her brightened face compared to the past, but her eyes always expressed pity and anger when she looked at Amorette.
A month passed very fast. I didn't expect to write so much yet so little. So many dissatisfaction with the way my plot goes. I mean it's okay but I feel pity as not much my expectation.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!