Upon hearing Mia Foster say this, Melody Zachary took the damp towel and placed it on her face, the cool sensation bringing some comfort to her flushed skin.
Mia Foster set the food box on the desk, and just like yesterday, divided the rice into two portions, one for each of them, and instructed the secretary to brew some tea before sitting down to eat lunch that's not quite lunch with Melody.
Perhaps it was because Mia had called her proactively, Melody, while scooping rice into her mouth, occasionally looked up at Mia with a smile. "Auntie, eat a little more, you've gotten quite thin lately." Mia picked a piece of spare rib and put it into Melody's lunch box. Melody also picked a piece for her, "You eat too, don't be like those women outside, always talking about dieting and not daring to eat. My mom told me—oh no, Auntie told me—that actually, men prefer women with some meat, saying it brings fortune."
"Thank you," Mia smiled and began to eat the spare ribs in small bites.
