Isabella Weaver sensed the malice hidden beneath Cherry Lewis's gentle smile, and she sneered internally, saying coldly, "Miss Lewis, that question is quite amateurish. Do you never work overtime? Oh, I forgot, you're unemployed now."
She waved her hand dismissively, "Alright, go cook. As the older sister, how could you bear to let your younger sister be busy in the kitchen all by herself?"
Cherry's smile froze.
Damn Isabella, she really thinks of her as a cook!
Just wait until tomorrow when she's cooking, she'll see a good show!
Tonight's dinner was even more sumptuous than yesterday's. Isabella sat at the dining table, looking at Zoe Lewis in surprise.
She didn't expect Zoe to be such a great cook!
Whoever marries her in the future will be lucky.
As Isabella ate, she became even more conflicted about whether she should learn to cook.
Today, Zoe was in charge of the cooking, so Isabella didn't find any fault. She ate happily, which really annoyed Cherry.
