Poor Cooking Skill

Ashley, who just took two steps, is like a bird whose feet are tied with a rubber band, just as she was about to spread her wings, she was pulled back, no matter how hard she fluttered, she still couldn't fly within an acre of land.

She really wanted to ignore him ambitiously, but... She was under the eaves, so she had to bow her head.

Ashley dawdled at the door for a while, then pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, Morgan was half leaning on the head of the bed, with a thin quilt covering his body, his face looked a little pale, and indeed he looked sick.

Butler Ron was waiting on the bed carefully, "Master, would you like some water? Are you hungry?"

Morgan waved his hand, "No, you go out first."

"Yes, Master." Butler Ron walked towards the door and he never forgot to wink at Ashley, "Madam, take good care of him, please."

Ashley squinted her eyes but smiled perfunctorily.

As soon as Butler Ron left, she put away the expression on her face and said solemnly, "Is there an