In the evening, Mina Wright finished work, and Marsh Smith was tying an apron.
He laughed gently in the kitchen, saying, "Mina's back, wash up and eat. It's my first time cooking for a girl. I hope it suits your taste."
Marsh Smith knew Mina Wright very well; she was proud and jealous, easy to deceive, and with a little coaxing, she would generally agree.
Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, Mina Wright blushed. Was it really his first time cooking for a girl? So Ava and Nancy haven't had his cooking either?
Mina Wright secretly rejoiced; her heart that had been calm for years suddenly stirred.
Her Marsh was still the gentle young boy she remembered, despite his family's decline.
"Mina, I really owe it to you this time. Don't worry, I will rebuild the family business and repay you in the future."
"No need... Marsh, you don't have to be so polite with me."
Mina Wright spoke too quickly, getting a grain of rice stuck at the corner of her mouth.
