Yun Ya's eyebrows opened with delight, "Delicious."
The maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In an unnoticed corner upstairs, the man lowered his eyes, watching the girl downstairs beam with joy, his lips slowly curled upward.
"Keep the old man who made the wontons." The man instructed casually.
"These wontons, I fear the Royal Chef couldn't have made them, right?" Yun Ya put down the spoon and spoke lightly.
The maid hung her head and whispered, "Sir, upon knowing that Miss wanted to eat wontons, specially invited a master who specializes in making wontons."
His attentiveness to Miss is quite apparent.
Yun Ya slightly curled her lips, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
She pushed the chair away, got up, and left the dining room.
On reaching the second floor, she stopped, glanced in a certain direction, then indifferently retracted her gaze and returned to her room.
