Annabelle was in a cheerful mood, and her eyes curved into a smile. "Hmm, it reminded me of the taste of my grandma's cooking."
Simon was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, saying, "That's quite a high praise for me."
"Hey? Is this... made by you?"
"Not like?"
Annabelle only just noticed that Simon was indeed dressed comfortably and casually today. When they had greeted them earlier, his sleeves were slightly rolled up, and he even reminded Kim to be careful with the stove while speaking.
I didn't think much about it before, but now I realize that Simon cooked this meal himself.
Annabelle's good impression of Simon was steadily increasing. How could one not like such a refined and handsome middle-aged man who not only managed a large corporation but also excelled in
