Her face turned red with some embarrassment, she composed herself before slowly walking inside.
She stood in front of the dining table, looking at the man's back across the table. Seeing he didn't turn around, she quietly lifted the covers of the dishes on the table. There were dozens of plates, containing steak, pasta, vegetable salad, a rich variety that looked full of color, aroma, and flavor.
Tracy was so surprised she couldn't speak. Although she hadn't tasted it yet, just from the presentation, it was comparable to the level of a five-star hotel chef.
She couldn't resist stepping forward, standing next to the man, and turning her head to watch his profile.
"You... can actually cook?" This was too unexpected.
"What's with the 'actually'?" Lorraine Hanson didn't even lift an eyelid, focused on his actions, he smirked, seeming in a good mood.
"Uh, just..."
