Under the pavilion, Cleo and Olivia were sitting leisurely, drinking tea, cracking melon seeds, and playing games on their phones with their heads lowered.
Their lives looked exceedingly comfortable.
Mary coughed lightly. "You two seem quite relaxed. Olivia, you've been cooking very well these days. I'm very satisfied."
Cleo spat out a melon seed shell and said coquettishly, "Master, it's been so long since I've eaten your cooking. I really miss it."
Olivia recalled the fish soup she had tasted the first day she entered the mindscape. It had been unbelievably delicious. She had tried to make it several times afterward, but always felt something was missing. She added honestly, "Master, I've only eaten your cooking once, and that was the day I first came here."
Mary: "…"
One little foodie, and now another beautiful foodie.
