Watching them each fixated on their device, Keane Lowell timely called out, "No more playing, let's eat."
Auntie Susan had been standing quietly in the corner, observing.
At first glance, she found the young lady excessively beautiful and charming, her long hair braided into a neat plait draped over her shoulder, and her face clean and fair, like a bright moon, gentle and moving.
Upon closer inspection, her eyes inadvertently revealed a gleaming brilliance and purity, imparting a serene and beautiful feeling.
No wonder the master asked her to prepare dishes not often cooked; it was all for her.
When she met her gaze, Auntie Susan couldn't help but smile, radiating a gentle loving warmth she herself didn't notice.
She no longer intruded on their private world, silently retreating outside the living room.
A round, luxurious stone dining table, polished spotless, and upon seeing the tableful of dishes, Claire Prescott felt a bit conflicted.
