Dr. Lopez hadn't been hungry, but now his mouth was watering just watching her.
Mrs. Yates Sr. smiled, her eyes crinkling. “Not bad.”
Rosalind didn’t slow down. Once all the vegetables were in the pot, she made a few pancakes.
The shrimp was cooked last by Mrs. Yates Sr., while Rosalind prepared a dipping sauce. The table was soon laden with a colorful spread of dishes, along with freshly steamed buns that were still piping hot.
Dr. Lopez was starving but didn't dare touch the utensils.
Mrs. Yates Sr. laughed. “Go on, everyone, eat up! Try Rosalind’s cooking.”
Both Dr. Lopez and David were eager to dig in, but David remembered his young master was sitting beside him. His master had never eaten a communal meal like this before.
His sensitive stomach couldn’t handle sharing food with others.
“Young Master, perhaps…” Before he could finish,
Warner had already picked up his utensils.
David felt a wave of anxiety. What if his master suffered from indigestion and fever again after this meal?
Just then, Rosalind approached with a tray. On it were four small dishes, all set aside earlier, along with one of the pancakes she had made and a bowl of the pumpkin soup. She placed it in front of Warner. “This is for you.”
Warner looked up at her.
Rosalind gestured with her chin. “A special set to soothe your stomach. Let the soup cool a bit before you drink it. Start with the pancake.”
David marveled at her attentiveness.
As expected of a doctor, she noticed every detail.
Warner, however, felt she was giving him special treatment, and a satisfied smile touched his lips. He decided, for now, to forget about her comment that “it makes no difference to her whether he’s a man or a woman.”
Only after everyone was served did Mrs. Yates Sr. begin to eat.
The first bite sent Dr. Lopez into a state of culinary bliss.
Warner rolled one between his fingers, clearly not fond of the things.
Rosalind’s voice was calm. “This is the final step of today’s therapeutic meal: raw peanuts.”
David, who had just finished his meal, overheard her and realized with a jolt that everything she had done was part of a treatment plan for his master.
Sure enough, Rosalind even wrote out a dietary plan for him. “Have your master follow this from now on.”
David quickly tucked it away. His master had never eaten this much in one sitting.
During the holidays, he would force himself to eat more to please the family, but he would feel unwell for days afterward.
In the last six months, his appetite had only worsened. The Turner family had tried everything, hiring over a dozen Michelin-starred chefs, but with minimal effect.
Today, not only had his master eaten heartily, but his face was also slightly flushed, and he showed no signs of nausea. In fact, he had sweated a lot.
This made David indescribably happy. He had to tell the old master about this as soon as he got back!

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