"Young Madam?" In the living room, Scott Harris was preparing ingredients for dinner. Seeing her come out, he was full of surprise, "Lord he..."
How could Lord let Young Madam come out?
"He fell asleep." Enna Clark rubbed her throbbing temples and said, "Let's keep it simple tonight. Baron Lawrence probably shouldn't have anything too greasy. Let's just have porridge tonight."
"But the Little Young Master wants boiled pork slices tonight. He already mentioned it before going to school," Scott said with a troubled face.
"Then make boiled pork slices for him, but prepare a bowl of plain rice porridge for Baron Lawrence."
"Alright."
Even if Enna Clark didn't say it, he would know.
Enna Clark glanced at the time on the wall, as if remembering something, and asked, "Isn't Bobby about to finish school?"
"Replying to Young Madam, the Little Young Master has another half an hour before school ends."
She furrowed her brows slightly and said, "I'll go pick him up."
