“Yes, | ran away from the orphanage when | was a child and met an old man who adopted me as his
granddaughter.”
Brian decided not to probe any further.
If he kept asking, he might discover that he knew Rosalynn’s grandfather. ©
Brian sat at the table and looked at the spaghetti Rosalynn made.
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He picked up the fork and took a bite.
The aroma…
Brian’s eyes sparkled as he ate the spaghetti.
Satisfied, he glanced at Rosalynn and asked, “Have you learned cooking?”
In the eastern suburbs of Wragos, there was a renowned private dining establishment.
Leandro White was the head chef at that establishment. His ancestors had once been cooks for royalty.
Leandro inherited his ancestors’ exceptional culinary skills, making him unmatched in the kitchen.
The taste of the spaghetti prepared by him was truly unforgettable.
Rosalynn’s spaghetti had a strikingly similar taste to Leandro’s.
“No,” Rosalynn replied.
She had never received any formal culinary training.
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She had simply learned how to cook after observing the cooking process and tasting the dish
numerous times.
Brian looked at her and refrained from asking any more questions. He concentrated on enjoying his
meal.
He finished the spaghetti and the steak, then took out a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth.
“Rosalynn, if you ever lose your job in the future, you could consider pursuing a career in cooking.”
He was indirectly praising her for being good at cooking.
Rosalyn smiled, feeling inexplicably elated.