At the Restaurant, the four of them had taken their seats.
Mrs. Zane ladled soup for Jim Jones. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness in coming to visit Fluffy."
"Auntie, you're making it sound too formal. Fluffy and I are friends. Visiting her is what I should do."
Jim Jones stood up, reached out to take the soup, and whispered his thanks.
Fluffy Zane had little appetite and ate even less. She drank a bowl of soup and had a few bites of rice before putting down her chopsticks.
"Fluffy, what's wrong? Don't the dishes suit your taste?" Mrs. Zane asked with concern.
Her appetite had indeed been poor recently, and Mrs. Zane had been trying various recipes to prepare something delicious for her.
Fluffy Zane shook her head. "I'm not feeling well. I want to go back to my room and rest."
Jim Jones put down his chopsticks. "Fluffy, let me help you upstairs."
