A small porcelain bowl, now filled to the brim.
Only then did she put down her fork.
However, she herself didn't eat. Instead, she watched Joanna with fixed gaze, "Joanna, mom won't serve you food anymore, take your time eating. If you feel it's spicy, mom will serve you a bowl of soup."
Joanna turned her head, found herself meeting with Madam White's doting and tender gaze. The warmth spread in her heart.
She flashed Madam White a sweet smile and nodded, "Hmh, mom, you should eat too."
"Okay, okay." Madam White responded agreeably while her eyes still fixed on her own daughter, unable to tear her gaze away from Joanna.
She thought, "How pretty my daughter looks, like a fairy."
No matter how much she looked, it didn't seem to be enough.
How did she give birth to such a beautiful and lovable daughter?