Making pizza?
Leo doubted if he had heard it wrong.
Jared had already started to delegate tasks, "Go wash and chop up the freshly bought food."
Leo sighed inwardly.
He knew deep down that Mr. Whitfield wouldn't easily give him a holiday.
But Leo was very curious.
Why Mr. Whitfield suddenly took up cooking, and making something as complicated as pizza.
As Leo went to get the ingredients from the fridge, he asked, "Mr. Whitfield, I thought you didn't like pizza?"
Jared actually wasn't a big fan of pizza.
Leo had been with him for many years and knew his food preferences like the back of his hand.
Jared casually replied, "It's for Summer to eat, pizza is just right, balanced diet."
Leo was even more surprised, it was for Summer.
Mr. Whitfield, do you already consider Summer as your own child?
You know there's a mountain of company business waiting for you, and all the department managers are waiting for you to attend a meeting.
And yet you're leisurely cooking pizza for Summer at home?
Of course, these thoughts, Leo could only keep to himself.
On the surface, he still had to compliment, Mr. Whitfield is indeed responsible, and will surely be a good husband and father in the future.
Making pizza was quite complicated.
Jared and Leo spent the whole afternoon and finally got it done.
The amount was enough for Summer to eat for half a month.
Leo asked, "Mr. Whitfield, didn't you say that Summer's parents will definitely come to pick him up in the next few days? How is he going to finish all this?"
Jared slightly frowned, "Get a Mamie box ready, he can take what he can't finish."
Leo was speechless.
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