The rich soup spread over his taste buds, slowly sliding down his throat and settling warmly in his stomach.
His stomach instantly became cozy and warm.
He immersed himself in it, savoring the taste meticulously.
When he lifted his eyes, they met Serena's bright, expectant gaze.
"How is it? Does it taste good?" Serena asked nervously.
She discreetly rubbed her hands together, fully aware that this was her first time cooking and not too confident in her abilities.
"If it's really hard to swallow, you don't have to drink it. Didn't Brandon bring food from Flavor Pavilion?"
Brandon immediately fawned as he brought the food container forward, "Madam, it's right here. Earlier, I offered it to Sir, but he refused to eat it—he was specifically waiting for you to bring him food."
Lucas hadn't expected Brandon to sell him out so swiftly, and he shot him a cold glare.
Receiving Lucas's icy and sharp glance, Brandon instinctively shrank his neck.