"Then you should have Marco Lindsey give you one," Isabella Lindsey said coldly.
"..." Speaking of her son, Ella Lacey was unexpectedly filled with a bit of sadness, but quickly recovered with a pretend cheerful demeanor, "You're older than him, you should start first."
Isabella Lindsey's face turned even colder. Does this kind of thing really have an order?
So.
She simply didn't continue the topic, for the first time acting like a child, covering her stomach and saying softly, "I'm hungry."
"Then let's eat right away."
Ella Lacey took a few steps towards the kitchen, then suddenly turned back and said mysteriously, "I made eight dishes, there's no way the two of us can finish them. Should we invite Julian Johnsons over to join us for dinner?"
"If we can't finish it today, we'll put it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow." Isabella Lindsey avoided the name.
