Leah nodded lazily and said, "Deduct it from the meal costs. If the dishes are delicious, Casimir Shaw's tuition fees can also be covered."
Leah pondered for a moment. This man in a wheelchair did seem quite pitiable. She had learned some martial arts while staying with Griffith Squire, so she wasn't afraid of him harboring ill intentions. Supporting a man and a child? Not a problem at all.
The man's gaze flickered for a moment, his handsome and chiseled face revealing a hint of hesitation before he stiffly said, "Then the food you cook, you have to eat it too. If you don't, we'll leave."
It was entirely the demeanor of someone unwilling to accept charity, full of pride and dignity.
"Alright." Leah casually nodded, then picked up a bag of snacks, held the little boy by the hand, and opened the door to enter the house.
