Hope nodded, "Alright, let's all have lunch."
Lunch was as lavishly laid out as ever, and Hope scanned the fish soup in front of her, eyes brimming with chilliness.
Zoey gazed at the table full of delicacies, her eyes shining, "Wow, Aunt Williams, your family's meal is so rich and fragrant, it looks so delicious."
Hope squeezed out a shallow smile, "Then you should eat more, don't be shy."
"Mmm, I won't be shy."
Aunt Thompson stepped forward to serve Hope a bowl of fish soup, "Madam, this fish soup has been simmering for a long time, it's very delicious, please try it."
Hope reached out to take the bowl that was offered, pretending to lift a spoonful to blow on it.
Aunt Thompson could not help but stare at Hope, her hands tightly clasped in nervousness.
Hope frowned slightly, lowering her eyes to look at Aunt Thompson, and asked calmly, "Aunt Thompson, has your family encountered any troubles lately?"
