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    As Katelyn lifted the cover off the tray, the scent of food wafted through the room. This seemed to catch the woman’s attention. She looked at the bowl of porridge more intently, her expression showing a flicker of curiosity and recognition. Her eyes sparkled with a trace of longing at the sight of the food.


    Katelyn’s smile grew. Clearly, the familiar food was working. This was a good sign; it might help bridge the gap between them, paving the way for future interactions.


    Katelyn gently offered, “Would you like some? It’s really tasty. Please, have a bit.”


    The woman hesitantly moved toward the edge of the bed, though she remained where she was.


    Silently, Katelyn dished out some porridge for herself and began to eat quietly. Once she finished eating, Katelyn stood up without further conversation and prepared to exit the room.


    Once Katelyn had shut the door, the woman’s gaze fixed on the porridgeid out on the table. Her throat tightened, and her eyes betrayed a deep, mounting desire.


    Without leaving immediately, Katelyn pulled out her phone and began scrutinizing the surveince footage of the room. She observed the woman, who was tightly holding a pillow, moving hesitantly step by step toward the table.


    It was only after being sure of Katelyn’s absence that the woman cautiously picked up the spoon and sampled a small taste of the porridge.


    The instant the porridge touched her taste buds, a spark of joy illuminated her eyes. With her hesitation dissipated, she began eating with enthusiasm.


    The woman’s manner of eating was messy, almost desperate, yet she seemed utterly indifferent to her appearance, reveling in a vor she hadn’t savored in ages. She continued eating with great enthusiasm, showing no signs of slowing down.


    Katelyn watched with a smile of satisfaction. Choosing not to interrupt, she quietly left the room.


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    At noon, Katelyn also prepared a meal vored to Granville’s preferences and brought it to the woman, starting to eat her own portion first. Once done, she gently instructed the woman to have her meal.


    After that, Katelyn left without further urging, and this time, she left the door open. Walking to the garden, she stretched out in the sunroom. The woman, puzzled by the open door, couldn’t understand why Katelyn had left it open. However, she was too preupied to give this question any real consideration. Every one of her senses, along with her taste buds, was entirely absorbed in the food spread out before her. Granville’s culinary skills were legendary, capturing the essence of vor and art in every dish. The captivating aroma intensified her cravings, far surpassing the morning’s porridge.


    Still clutching the pillow, the woman cautiously approached the table, checking for any sign of Katelyn’s return before she began to eat.


    Watching through her phone’s monitor, Katelyn saw the woman’s contented, almost goofy smile. She realized that nurturing this bond through food was indeed a smart move.


    She pondered the years of istion imposed on the woman by the King. It had been a long time since the woman had tasted the food from her hometown.


    The mere thought of it made Katelyn feel a deep sense of pity for the woman. Such suffering was beyond what an ordinary person could withstand. To go without eating the foods she loved for ten, twenty, or even more years would be an incredibly painful experience.


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