The porridge was fragrant, and the dishes were delicious. Scarlett Yates finished a whole bowl of porridge, and afterward, she still felt like having more, but she was too embarrassed to get another bowl.
"Want some more?" Maxwell Saxon put down his chopsticks and took her bowl, heading to the kitchen.
Scarlett said, contrary to her true feelings, "I'm already full."
Maxwell turned around, smiled at her, and said, "There's still a lot in the pot. If you don't eat it, it'll have to be thrown away. Just one bowl and you're full? No wonder you're so skinny with such a small appetite."
"Throw it away? That would be such a waste. Well, I guess I'll have another bowl then." She quickly found a reason for herself, patting her stomach that was seventy to eighty percent full.
Maxwell curled his lips into a smile and turned to serve her more food.
In the end, there was barely any food left from the pot or on the table.
Maxwell seemed to be in a very good mood.
