Lily Walker was also startled by Edward Harris's sudden change—was this really the same timid Third Young Master from before? But it was just a fleeting thought; right now, staying alive was the priority. Who knew when the Old Madam might arrive?

"The Eldest Young Master was put under house arrest for a month by the Old Madam because of your injury. When he heard that Madam wanted someone to make ginseng soup for you, he came to find me, this humble maid..."

"What does my injury have to do with his house arrest?" Edward Harris understood now—it turned out his eldest brother, whom he hadn't even met, wanted to make things difficult for him. But he didn't recall ever offending him.

It seemed the rumors about the Third Young Master being injured and losing his memory were true. Lily Walker noticed that Edward Harris didn't even know how he got hurt, and thought to herself.

"This humble maid wouldn't dare speak carelessly. You'd better ask Cui'er... no, the Third Madam about this." Seeing Edward Harris's expression suddenly darken again, Lily Walker quickly corrected herself.

"Now do you realize your mistake?" Edward Harris looked at the pitiful Lily Walker and said. Just a moment ago, she was so full of herself, but now she looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant. This change made Edward Harris feel quite satisfied.

"I understand." Lily Walker nodded like a garlic clove, replying softly.

"If you know your mistake, you should correct it. Do you know how to fix it?" Edward Harris snorted.

"I do, I do. Starting tomorrow—no, starting right now, I'll make a proper ginseng soup for the Third Young Master." Lily Walker, having served by Madam's side for years, was clever enough to realize that Edward Harris didn't really intend to be harsh with her.

"Sigh, lately my mother hasn't been in good health either," Edward Harris suddenly sighed.

"No problem, I'll make a double portion of ginseng soup, so the Third Madam can also nourish her health." Understanding his hint, Lily Walker immediately caught on to Edward Harris's meaning.

Seeing how cooperative she was, Edward Harris felt things were going smoothly. Since he was already taking advantage, he might as well push a bit further—after all, this was within her authority. Lily Walker also agreed to his requests to improve the meals, ensuring meat and eggs at every meal, three times a day.

"Shall I go make the ginseng soup now?" Seeing that Edward Harris had made all his requests, Lily Walker asked awkwardly.

"Go ahead, and remember to pick old ginseng and use plenty of it," Edward Harris waved his hand.

When Grace Walker returned carrying a basin of water, she found Lily Walker gone, and only Edward Harris on the bed, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at her...

Chapter 3 Eating Well and Living Well

"Ling'er, what are you doing?" When she saw Lily Walker carefully carrying in two bowls of ginseng soup, Grace Walker was so shocked that she didn't even notice the towel in her hand fall to the floor.

Soon, a familiar, rich aroma let her know that this time, what Lily Walker brought was real ginseng soup. What was going on? But before Grace Walker could think further, she was overwhelmed by immense happiness, because this meant Edward Harris could drink authentic ginseng soup!

"Third Madam, this is for you." Lily Walker respectfully handed a bowl of ginseng soup to Grace Walker.

Grace Walker was not used to such treatment at all and felt a bit at a loss. "Ling'er, this should be for Wei'er to drink."

"The Third Young Master already has his share. If you don't drink this, I can't report back today. Besides, too much of this can cause internal heat—you wouldn't want the Third Young Master to suffer from excess heat, would you?" Lily Walker glanced at Edward Harris, then turned back to Grace Walker.

For Grace Walker, perhaps the only reason she had to live now was Edward Harris. Hearing Lily Walker's explanation, she quickly drank the ginseng soup—after all, she didn't want Edward Harris to suffer from drinking too much.

If being able to drink authentic ginseng soup already made Grace Walker feel incredibly surprised, then the Dongpo pork that Lily Walker brought next left her astonished. In her whole life, she could count on one hand the times she'd eaten meat. Back when she served the young lady, things were a bit better—she could have meat during festivals. But ever since giving birth to Edward Harris and becoming the nominal Third Madam, she had hardly tasted meat at all.

"Mother, try this Dongpo pork—it's fragrant, tender, and melts in your mouth without being greasy." Edward Harris had already unceremoniously picked up a piece and taken a big bite, while also serving a portion to Grace Walker. The piece of Dongpo pork was as big as a palm and served in its own porcelain bowl.

"Wei'er, you eat more." Seeing Edward Harris wolfing down the food, Grace Walker felt a pang in her heart. Since childhood, Edward Harris only had the chance to eat meat during New Year or the Old Madam's birthday banquet. But this time, she guessed wrong. Although the previous Edward Harris wasn't anyone important and had no house or car, at least he never had to worry about food. Unlike here, where not only was there no meat, but even oil was scarce. Now that he finally had meat, of course his appetite was huge.

"Mother, you should eat more too. If it's not enough, there's more, right, Sister Ling'er?" Edward Harris looked at Lily Walker with a beaming smile.

"Yes, yes, there's plenty more." Lily Walker nodded like a pecking chicken. She was increasingly convinced that the Third Young Master was not human at all, but a complete devil.