And she still needed him to serve her, even though he was already buried under countless responsibilities.
'He's already so busy… why am I still relying on him like this?' she thought, yet her spoon moved far faster than her hesitation.
The steam from the dumpling soup rose softly, carrying a warm, savory fragrance that clung to the air.
As she drank it down, her cheeks gradually puffed up, and without pausing, she reached for the other dishes laid out before her.
One after another, she ate with visible delight shining in her eyes, completely immersed, as though the world beyond the table no longer existed.
This was the exact scene Silas witnessed the moment he stepped inside.
He stopped in his tracks and let out a helpless sigh, 'My wife is really too cute.'
From where he stood, Ivy looked like a little pink squirrel, cheeks full, teeth peeking out as she ate with earnest concentration.
