Caden Lockwood's fists tightened and ripples stirred in his normally tranquil gaze, only to settle back to its usual, unfathomable calm.
He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and coldly instructed, "Aunt May, there's no time to cook now. Go buy some of the dishes my wife loves. Hurry, she's very hungry."
"Yes!" Aunt May responded.
"She's weak right now. Eating overly rich supplementary food can burden her body. You can't spoil her entirely." Caden paused and continued, "Get her a bowl of chicken porridge, add a steamed egg, cook some fish, and stir-fry corn with carrots. Make her a cup of juice as well. Have the chefs ready at all times; if she's still hungry, they should be on standby."
Hearing this, Aunt May was stunned.
Is Evelyn a pig?
Can she eat this much?
"What's wrong?" Caden raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem!" Aunt May immediately replied, "I'll get right on it!"
Caden nodded in satisfaction, hung up the phone, and returned to the ward.
