The Most Satisfying Gift
Jimbo watched Cynthia bustling alone in the kitchen and couldn't help but ask sincerely, "Cynthia, can you really cook?"
Someone like Cynthia, born into a wealthy family and likely unaccustomed to household chores, probably couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar. Jimbo seriously doubted whether what she would serve later would qualify as edible.
Tristan set down his wine glass and casually rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoning his diamond cufflinks, "Being able to eat her cooking is your greatest honor."
Upon hearing this, Jimbo's face didn't light up with joy. Instead, he began silently praying to himself.
Tristan gave him an expressionless glance before heading into the kitchen.
"Need help preparing vegetables? I'll assist," he offered.
Cynthia didn't look up but started selecting cleaned vegetables, "I can manage. It was my oversight not to invite them earlier."