Seeing that Arabella Vanderbilt seemed really fine, Isabella Harrison and Yumi Stewart finally felt at ease.
After sitting for a while, compared to the natural conversation between Arabella and Isabella, Yumi sitting there seemed overly serene.
After a short while, Yumi stood up and said with a smile:
"You two moms-to-be chat away, I'll go help in the kitchen."
Isabella stretched out her hand to pull her, "Isn't there a chef and assistants? You don't need to."
Yumi shook her head, "I'm learning to cook now, might as well learn a few signature dishes from the chef."
After thinking for a moment, she smiled softly and said:
"Jackson likes home-cooked meals."
Isabella's exquisite eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of subtle teasing flashed in her eyes.
"Oh, so that's how it is~~"
She released her hand, and the teasing tone made Yumi blush slightly.
"Go on now, we'll taste-test for you."
Yumi chuckled lightly, reaching to gather the hair cascading down her shoulders.
