"Young master, the kitchen maid asked me to thank you," the little maid replied honestly.
"Oh?" The words surprised the eldest young master a little, and he raised his head to ask, "What else did she say?"
"Young master, nothing else," the little maid answered with a slight worry in her heart. Though the young master's temper was good, even good people could be irritable, and she feared he might be displeased.
Sitting quietly was Sima, the eldest young master, who said nothing more.
He just gazed at the dish of tofu with scallions, showing a thoughtful expression.
How interesting, this simple thank you left him speechless; it encompassed much more.
Although the kitchen maid's cooking didn't greatly spark his appetite, there seemed to be a positive progression.
The day passed peacefully like this.
The eldest young master began to eat; though he didn't eat much, it was a good start.
