Xia Wanwan had not been feeling well, so she had slept in. The night before had been exhausting, thanks to a man's torment, and when she woke up, it was already afternoon.
When she came downstairs, He Juan saw that she was awake, her face full of concern.
"Madam, the young master said you were sick. Are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine, Aunty Juan. I'm just a bit hungry…" Xia Wanwan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Could you please make me something to eat?"
"I've prepared chicken congee for you in the pot," He Juan said with a smile, glancing at Grandpa Han on the sofa. She made a face at Xia Wanwan, indicating it was his doing. "Grandpa heard your stomach wasn't feeling well and specifically asked me to cook some congee for you."
Xia Wanwan was taken aback, her expression one of surprise. She knew Grandpa Han no longer singled her out because of Grandma's influence, but she was still astonished that he would show concern for her.
