As soon as the police left, Granny Dixon also breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at the young man sitting next to Daisy Ginger, walked over, and like the others, called him, "Master Edward."
"Master Edward, do you find the food here to your taste?" She was a bit intimidated by this young man, always feeling that he was different from Daisy Ginger, as if there was a layer of distance between him and others, not so easy to talk to.
Edward Stephens glanced at the trembling old lady. He hadn't eaten much, constantly observing the interaction between Daisy Ginger and that cheeky child, but he remained polite verbally: "The taste is great, thank you for preparing so many tables. My people can eat at the town tomorrow."
His words relieved Granny Dixon, bringing a smile to her wrinkled face, "No trouble at all, as long as you like the food, these are just simple dishes, no trouble at all."
