The Old Madam looked at them puzzled, "What's wrong with you two brothers? Why do you seem unfamiliar when you meet?"
Yuda Russo snapped back to reality and pulled at his lips stiffly, "Mother, why are you here?"
"You don't look at me, and you don't allow me to look at you either?"
Yuda Russo pressed his lips together, "Mother is joking."
The Old Madam sighed inwardly. Her son was sometimes too rigid, really not the type for joking.
"I finally got divorced. I came over to have a celebratory meal with you."
Yuda Russo hesitated, glanced at the expressionless Steven Russo, then looked at the Old Madam's demeanor. It seemed she was unaware of those things.
Realizing this, he felt a slight relief and quickly said, "I will immediately instruct the kitchen to prepare."
"No need, today I'll cook and make some dishes you used to like."
Yuda Russo looked surprised, never expecting the Old Madam to say such a thing.
"No... there's no need..."
