Vichy kept her promise.
In the past, when she still lived in the presidential palace, her mother was sick, and the servants looked down upon them, so she cooked for herself. Though it was tiring, the food was delicious.
When she was with Gim, she also cooked a lot, and cooing sill was high. But at that time, Gim never cherished the food she made.
Now, all the things were different. Gim went into the kitchen together with her and fetched out the tomato from the Refridgerator and helped her cleaning it.
He said, “I’m not good at it.”
“I’m not either. “She smiled lightly. But I want to make tomato juice, so just cut it causally.”
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Half an hour later, when they got all the materials prepared. Gim was already very tired, and his nose was covered with a layer of sweat. He changed hi
