The butler faintly conjured a thought, but as soon as it emerged, he dismissed it.
"Forget it, I'll speak to her later, tell her not to fuss over nothing."
"Mm."
...
Nuonuo had woken up from her nap after an hour, and Xi Zelie was holding her as they went downstairs, getting ready to have the financial report he wanted to read brought over.
He then saw an unfamiliar maid carrying a bowl of steaming hot porridge coming over.
His peach blossom eyes suddenly narrowed.
He didn't recall ordering anyone to make porridge.
Whether it was out of nervousness or clumsiness, just as she approached the sofa, she stumbled, the bowl in her hand tilted, and some of the porridge poured out onto her hand. Perhaps scalded, she let out a cry of 'ah', and flung the bowl from her hand—
The scalding hot bowl of porridge spilled towards the little girl playing on the sofa.
