Chapter 652

Ariana shot him a glare, then coughed lightly and pretended not to see. Lambert walked over after changing his clothes. Just then, the cook brought in dinner, and Lambert gestured for her to place it on the coffee table. With a quiet acknowledgment, the cook set the dishes down and turned to leave. "Make some century egg and congee tomorrow," Lambert instructed. The cook paused, then nodded. "Yes, Sir." After ensuring neither Lambert nor his wife needed anything else, she finally exited. Once the cook was gone, Ariana arched an eyebrow. "Why ask for that congee?" Neither she nor Lambert particularly liked it. But their three sons adored it—so much so that they never seemed to tire of it. Back at the main residence, three bowls of congee were prepared almost every other day. The old madam, worried the boys might grow sick of it, had insisted on spacing out the servings. Lambert replied, "Kevin and Carson are coming tomorrow." Ariana blinked in surprise. He continued, "Carson’s been thro