"I simmered this soup all afternoon. Madam hasn't eaten all day; she should have some to warm herself up." The butler looked at Summer Shawcross with concern.
Next to her, Noah Drexler didn't reach out to eat his meal; instead, he kept his eyes lowered, staring intently at her.
Summer Shawcross glanced down at the bowl of soup in front of her, then picked up the spoon and took a small sip.
But after tasting it, she found it difficult to swallow, a bitter taste...
She frowned, then spat that small sip of soup into an empty bowl beside her.
"What's wrong, isn't it good?" Seeing her reaction, the butler couldn't help but show a puzzled expression on his face.
"It's bitter..." she said honestly, parting her lips.
Bitter?
Upon hearing her words, the butler showed a surprised expression on his face.
"How could that be, I clearly followed the old recipe and didn't add anything unusual, how could it be bitter..."
