The maid's heart ached for the little girl. She carried Han Luo into the kitchen. The kitchen staff and the chef looked at the two in surprise. The staff were all female, and the chef was a fifty year old woman. She asked, "Why did you bring the kid here? It's dangerous for children to be in the kitchen."
The maid replied, "The little miss didn't eat anything even after leaving the house."
The kitchen staff gasped in unison. "What?"
The cook exclaimed worriedly, "She must be starving!"
"Look at her small face! So pitiful!"
"How could her own family starve her?"
"I should have given her a lunch box when she went out." The maid regretted that she didn't do so. Who knew that her auntie would starve her?
The kitchen staff came forward and softly spoke to Han Luo. "I just baked some macarons. Would you like some?"
Han Luo silently nodded – she was too weak to speak or smile.
