"Cherry!"
Isabella Weaver's red lips parted slightly, uttering two words.
Harry Hunter was surprised, "Her? How dare you eat what she makes, aren't you afraid she'll poison it?"
"No, I benefited from the presence of the old master and lady, ate until I was stuffed tonight."
Isabella looked slightly smug as she recounted the evening's events to Harry, ending with a sigh, "So virtuous, making so many dishes. I can't make anything, should I start learning?"
"No need."
Seeing her happy, Harry was also in high spirits, "Don't you have me? I'll learn and cook for you in the future. Your hands are for drawing and designing, don't hurt them."
The two of them chatted merrily; Isabella was unusually talkative today, and they were reluctant to hang up the video chat after talking for a long time.
The next day was a rainy day.
Busy all day during the day, and in the evening, she went to the old master's place for dinner again.
