What happened last night still left a shadow in his heart. David deliberately avoided Maxwell's bedroom, went around to the back of the rockery, and walked along the five-curved stone bridge across the pond to the small dining room.
When the servant saw him coming, he quickly served him a bowl of hot porridge with wolfberries and red dates, a plate of white fermented rice wine chicken feet, a steamed pork meatball, and a plate of green boiled vegetables.
David asked, "Is there no white porridge?"
The waiter smiled and said, "We do have white porridge, but you should eat this today. The chef in the kitchen got up before dawn and made it especially for you. You should at least give him some credit, right?"
David was even more surprised, "How do you say this?"
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