"She’s quite right." Bo Yimo spoke slowly, his cool voice filled with unquestionable certainty, inadvertently revealing a noble air, like a king who gazes down upon the world.
Old Mrs. Zhan felt indignant but didn’t dare say anything in front of Bo Yimo, only planning to handle things privately when he wasn’t around.
The butler following behind sighed; why hasn’t the old lady learned her lesson? She has already suffered once, and here she goes again.
He felt quite helpless.
The madam asked him to keep an eye on the old lady, but he just wanted to say one thing: "I can’t do it!"
He felt exhausted.
Especially lately, he felt increasingly powerless.
#AnOldButlerOverwheldWithSorrow#
Thankfully, the al was already prepared, and a few servants brought the dishes into the living room.
Everyone walked to the table and sat down.
Old Mrs. Zhan sat at the head of the table, with Bo Yimo to her left and Tong Yan to her right.
"Let’s eat."
Ah Gui, whom Mrs. Bo had specifically hired as a nutritionist, excelled at preparing health-promoting als. To care for the old lady’s health, half of the dishes were dicinal cuisine and the other half were the dishes Bo Yimo had ntioned.
This table was a rectangular dining table, and the dishes were placed far from Tong Yan.
Tong Yan looked at this and wanted to laugh; so this was the reason for insisting she sit on the right?
What a laughable old lady.
Old Mrs. Zhan said let’s eat, and everyone started eating.
Old Mrs. Zhan enthusiastically picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks intending to give it to Bo Yimo but suddenly rembered his cleanliness obsession. Her chopsticks paused mid-air, and to avoid embarrassnt, she changed direction and gave the food to Tong Yan.
"Eat up, see how good I am to you, even the food is considerate of you."
Tong Yan saw this scene clearly, wisely did not expose it, and nodded, "Thank you, Mada."
Old Mrs. Zhan shot her a contemptuous glance; after all, she cos from a small household with no real insight. Just this little thing makes her so happy. How could she be fit to match Little Mo?
Tong Yan pretended not to see her gaze, constantly eating.
Might as well eat while it’s there.
Old Mrs. Zhan looked at this scene painfully, thinking to herself, heaven help us, she eats so much, how much must this cost? No, no, she’ll squander Little Mo’s fortune; how can soone like this be with Little Mo?
Throughout the al, Old Mrs. Zhan found many faults; this wouldn’t do, neither would that.
In the end, Tong Yan was faulted for being completely useless.
Old Mrs. Zhan noticed Bo Yimo barely ate anything and said pitifully, "Little Mo, why don’t you eat more? Is the food not to your taste? I’ll ask Ah Gui to prepare sothing else."
Bo Yimo put down his chopsticks, "Mada, if you don’t welco her, then I won’t co over in the future either."
He spoke with calm decisiveness, without a hint of hesitation.
Old Mrs. Zhan clutched her chest indignantly and started gasping for breath, then gradually couldn’t catch her breath, and flipped her eyes, directly fainting.
The butler was the first to respond, imdiately shouting outside, "Quick, call Doctor Liang!"
Tong Yan hurried over, bent down, and picked her up, "Where is Doctor Liang?"
Apparently ready to head straight over.
The butler was shocked by her strength; this girl is extraordinary - such an appetite and such strength!
The young master’s taste is really a bit... strong.
No, no, the taste is quite unique.
Bo Yimo walked over unhurriedly, placed his hand on her shoulder, his gaze fell on Old Mrs. Zhan, "Her eyes are moving, breathing is stable, heart rate is around 60 beats per minute, which is within normal range."
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