Julian Johnsons immediately gave a thumbs-up with flair, "Aunt Ella, your cooking skills are excellent, the taste is very good."
"As long as you like it, if you do, have some more." Ella Lacey beamed.
"Mm."
Julian acknowledged, yet he picked up a fragrant slice of tenderloin and placed it on Isabella Lindsey's plate, saying warmly, "The food you like to eat."
"I can help myself." Isabella chewed on the rice, not yet having any vegetables.
"Really?"
Julian's deep eyes looked towards her porcelain bowl, teasingly, "Are you really going to finish a bowl of plain rice like that?"
"It's none of your business." Isabella said coldly.
Ella Lacey was shocked by her daughter's behavior and quickly apologized to Julian, "Young Mr. Julian, please don't mind, my daughter is straightforward and doesn't speak nicely, but she means no harm."
"Mm, I understand." Julian nodded slightly.
