Summer looked at Carl's helpless expression and patted Rosie's head, "Rosie, go to have dinner."
"Alright." Rosie retracted her back and sat down, then came back as she suddenly remembered something, "Happy New Year, Uncle Carl. Come on."
Carl smiled and said in a softer voice, "Happy New Year, Rosie. I'll give you a big red envelope later."
Sure enough, he didn't love her for nothing.
After Rosie started eating, Summer put away her phone, "Are you sure you'll start cooking with such a difficult dish?"
"Of course, even I learn to cook, I'll begin with the most difficult dishes!" Carl said while pushing his hair back in an imposing manner.
These words were no different from what Jessica said before.
"Then you can follow my steps, and I'll watch you."
Carl rarely asked her for help and it was for such a trivial matter, she was quite willing to help him.
Having been silent for a while, Leonardo suddenly picked up some food for Summer.
"Did I disturb your meal?" Carl paused.
As soon as he finished speaking, Leonardo said, "Why do you still ask since you have seen it?"
"It's fine. Forget it, I can talk while eating." Summer winked at Leonardo not to disturb them.
Leonardo pretended not to have received the message from her and continued to serve her dishes.
It took Jessica great efforts to follow Summer's instructions to finally make a pot of braised pork.
However, she put too much dark soy sauce in the dish, so it was so dark that it looked like poison.
Jessica grabbed a fork and mustered up her courage to taste a piece of braised pork. She closed her eyes and sent the black braised pork into her mouth.
It tasted like meat. But it didn't taste good, with spice taking up so much of the flavor.
She remembered she forgot to put salt into it.
In brief, it was ... bad.
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