"Giselle, where are the other people's portions?" Rebecca asked with a knowing smirk, "I also like the food from that small restaurant in West Town quite a bit."
"Aunt Giselle, you can drive yourself to buy it."
Giselle replied, "I didn't bring more thermos containers, and it takes four to five hours to drive back and forth, so it will get cold without them."
Rebecca's expression stiffened as she was about to retort when she heard Giselle say, "Also, weren't you banished by Grandpa? Why did you return to the Yancey family again?"
Resentment flashed in Rebecca's eyes, and she said with a smile on her face, "Giselle, what are you saying? Are you hoping for a bad relationship between me and Old Mr. Yancey? But you are going to be disappointed. He and I are father and daughter. Have you ever seen a biological father and daughter have an overnight feud?"
Giselle thought for a moment and said, "No, I haven't."
