Chapter 62
Luther quietly stayed by his grandmother's side, holding her hand tightly. They did not have much time left
together and the thought that his grandmother would leave him made him feel more and more uncomfortable.
Joyce put on her apron, went into the kitchen, and began to prepare her ingredients like a real chef.
After about an hour or so.
The meal was ready.
She set the table and placed all kinds of different dishes on it. Baked silver cod with lemon juice and
cheese, thick-cut steak, mushroom soup with French cream, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried asparagus, miso tofu,
and stone-pot bibimbap.
Just when Grandma woke up from her nap, Luther helped her to the dining room, where she sat down at the
head of the table.
The appealing aroma of the meal hit everyone's nose and gave the house a homey feeling.
Stephanie looked over the dishes on the table one by one and complimented, "Joyce, did you make all this
yourself?"
Joyce sat down next to Stephanie, "Grandma, it's been so long since I've been here. | haven't cooked a meal
for you yet, so | prepared something really special today.’ After that, she gave Stephanie a piece of fish, "Try it."
Luther sat down opposite Joyce, his eyes flashing slightly, a little surprised. Dishes from all around the
whole world. He tried some and it tasted just good.
Stephanie ate them one by one, and was full of praise, "Joyce, | can't believe you're even such a good chef.
Where did you learn these?"
Joyce raised a smile, "When | was much younger, | did not how to cook, and I could burn my pan with just
fried eggs and fried rice. Then | met a friend with a really picky appetite. Just to take care of him, | had to learn to
cook dishes from various countries ... so it was really not like | wanted to learn.’
She said as she cut a steak for Stephanie.
"Oh yeah, well, it's nice and good, and the steak is delicious. Medium rare, crispy on the outside and tender
on the inside, very classy!" Stephanie couldn't stop talking with joy.
When Luther heard Joyce's words, he paused in his hand that was holding the food and put it down stiffly.
"Dont you want more? You are wasting such a delicious dish.’ Stephanie sighed, and then had a laugh with
Joyce.
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