And as they talked, the golden table was slowly filled with various dishes.
Ella tried to keep her focus away from it but the fragrance of freshly cooked food wafted over to her nose and she snuck a few glances.
Spicy Crayfish. Grilled Cold Noodles. Garlic Prawns. Egg Cookie Rolls…
"The cook has especially prepared this for you, Ella. Don't be shy. Try them.''
Ella smiled, ''But Grandma, I am trying to lose weight,'' she spoke softly.
Before Old Madam could say a word, Adrian's voice sounded in the silent living room, ''You have gotten very thin. Eat more.''
He served a little of everything onto one plate, then slid a second dish closer, stacking it high with crayfish.
He passed the first plate to Ella without a word, keeping the second one for himself.
He passed the first plate to Ella and moved the crayfish plate closer to him.
Old Madam was concerned, ''But Little Ian, with your tolerance, you cannot eat spicy food…''
''It's not for me.''
