Chapter 634

Josiah thought she was asking about her craftsmanship, and nodded. "Yes, your cooking has always been delicious." Meredith was speechless. Josiah poured out a bowl of chicken soup, then picked up a spoon and fed it to Nia. "Come on, Nia, try the chicken soup that Mommy made." "Wait a minute." Meredith hurried over to block the chicken soup and smiled at him. "This is chicken soup for Mister Josiah, Nia can't drink it." "Why?" Josiah was puzzled. "Because..." Meredith picked up the container and tapped it with her knuckles. "Doesn't Mister Josiah think this heat preservation container look familiar?" Josiah looked at the container carefully, and it did look familiar indeed. It was the same as the container she had once sent to his office. His face darkened slightly, and he looked at her angrily. "Meredith, what do you mean?" "Nothing, I just met Miss Quinley at the door, and she gave me chicken soup." Meredith said innocently, "Chicken soup shouldn't be wasted." Josi