At this moment, Little Lorne Jackson, sitting at the table, had a gloomy expression on his pretty little face.
Seeing her son's gloomy face, Michelle Campbell felt a sense of dread and couldn't help thinking about the last time a dish of bitter gourd had led to a mischievous father-son incident...
There was no helping it, the little guy was young but different from other kids.
He wouldn't cry or fuss all day long, yet he already had his thoughts.
Just as she was about to serve Lorne another bowl of soup to avoid any arguments, Samuel's voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you waiting for, serve the soup to my son!" He was instructing the Servant.
"Yes, Mister!" The Servant nodded, quickly took a bowl, ladled a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of the little guy.
"Lorne, try it and see if it's tasty, if you like it, Mommy will make it for you again next time!" Seeing this, Michelle hurriedly asked tenderly.