Warren immediately said angrily, "You're right. Even if a stray cat or dog comes to our house, it's still a member of the Smiths. We definitely can't let her starve."
With that, he instructed the nanny in the most ruthless manner, "Go, save that portion of Australian lobster for her. There's also top-grade steak. By the way, she might not like Western food. Prepare some bird's nest porridge and little buns for her. I remember that our pan-fried buns are the best. Wrap them up for her too. When she wakes up, cook them. The freshly cooked ones are the best! Then let her choose. I want her to die from overeating!"
The nanny:...
Yvonne:...
Nora, who was preparing to go downstairs: ???
Yvonne's expression changed. She had always known that her brother Warren did not know how to speak, and he would often say one thing but mean another. She clenched her fists tightly and lowered her eyes. "Warren that's too much food. It won't be good if it's wasted."
Warren hesitated for a moment. "She's not a fool. Would she really eat them all? Forget it. I'll leave some for her. I'll see what she likes to eat and prepare them tomorrow."
With that, he hurriedly clarified. "I'm not doing this for her good. I'm showing her how powerful Smiths are. I'm also showing her the delicacies of the Smiths so that she won't wolf down the delicious food outside and lose our face!"
Yvonne:"..."
Warren did not think that he had said anything wrong. In his mind, he saw Nora wolfing down the cake at the Hunts' banquet. At that time, Mr. Hunt had been watching from the side and his mouth had even twitched.
He must have been criticizing this girl in his heart for not being presentable!
How could he let anyone look down on the daughter of the Smiths?
As he was thinking about this, there was suddenly a knock on the door. Immediately, a few people walked in with hot dishes.
The butler followed in. "Sir Warren, this is the supper Mr. Hunt had reserved for Miss Smith. He said that Miss Smith has already woken up and asked us to send it in."
Warren: ???
Nora, who was upstairs: ???
Looking at the huge plate of food, her lips twitched.
Justin, do you think I'm a pig?!
The dining table was quickly filled.
Warren also saw Nora, who was preparing to come downstairs.
He instantly straightened his back and raised his neck. He pretended not to look at her, but he kept paying attention to her from the corner of his eye.
If this person came over to greet him, he would definitely ignore her and tell her not to think that he would recognize her as a sister just because she called him Brother!
Uncle Ian controlled the entire family. Uncle Ian's family was the direct line of descent. The other brothers, including him, were all from the side family!
As for Nora, she was even further away!
After all, the hatred of snatching someone's wife was too intense!
Anyway, he was sent by his Uncle Ian. He would definitely not be coaxed by his sister!
Just as he was saying this to himself, he saw Nora walking down slowly from upstairs. She walked past him and went to the dining room without saying anything.
Warren: ???
Hey, was she blind? He was a living person. Can't she see him?
Warren was so angry that he wanted to go forward and argue, but Yvonne grabbed his hand. "Warren, you, don't lower yourself to her level..."
Warren snorted coldly. "I don't care about her. I'm just not full yet! Go to the kitchen and see what else is there to eat!"
Yvonne:
Nora ignored the two of them. She could feel Yvonne's inexplicable hostility toward her. As for Warren... he had schemed against her in the Hunts. It was already good enough that she did not settle scores with him. How could she still greet him?
She sat at the dining table and was not picky about what she ate.
The food she ate was only for her to fill her stomach. Deliciousness was never within her considerations.
Seeing that she looked like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost as she wolfed down a plate of steamed crayfish, Warren couldn't help but feel indignant.
He entered the kitchen casually and took out the prepared Australian lobster. He placed it on the table and sighed. "This Australian lobster is too delicious!"
What was so good about the food sent by the Hunts? Was it better than the Smiths?
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