Mr. Davis asked anxiously, "What's uncomfortable? How is she now?"
"I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she said she was fine and didn't want to go. I thought, maybe we should observe first, and take her tomorrow."
Madam was more anxious, but her legs couldn't move, "Don't worry about the dumplings, why don't you take Aya now."
Dylan Young comforted the two elders, "I've talked to her several times, she said she's fine and just needs rest. I checked too, it's indeed not that serious, let her rest for now and see, I'll take her early tomorrow."
"Alright then..."
Today's dinner wasn't managed by Nell Harris. Mixing dough, rolling skins, making dumplings, and cooking were all done by Dylan Young and the others.
She just sat on the sofa with Scarlett Glenn watching cartoons, a few times she was worried and went to the kitchen, only to be shooed out.
Suddenly, during dinner preparation, things became so quiet and she was idle, she really wasn't quite used to it.
