"I haven't eaten yet." He reached out and pulled the tie on his neck. The movement was a bit rude. Usually, he behaved with an aristocratic temperament. It seemed that his mood was really bad.

"Wait a moment. I will cook for you right now."

After entering the kitchen, there were still unfinished dishes made by Aunt Ma, but Xia Yu cooked two more dishes for him. There was still some chicken soup left by Aunt Ma at noon, and she also stewed it hot. ...