Upon hearing this, a look of concern appeared in Little He's eyes.
"What's wrong, Miss? Are you feeling unwell?"
When there was no one else around, she still called Jiang Lai "Miss" because the original owner was easygoing and never minded such terms of address. Their interaction was always relaxed and harmonious.
Looking at the table in front of her, it was filled with sweet and salty dishes; aside from the pastries, all four other dishes were meat-based, with the main course being a large bowl of sweet porridge and a bowl of rice. Even if there were any vegetables, they were merely a garnish, not enough for even a bite.
And these were the original owner's daily breakfasts for years.
"Sigh..."
Eating like this every day, really, the fact that the original owner could still get out of bed and walk around meant that she must not have been prone to gaining weight.
"I'm fine. I'm just not in the mood today and don't have much appetite. Take it away."
