At the dinner table, Adele casually arranged the dishes, her eyes drifting towards the door, clearly preoccupied with thoughts of Ron.
She prepared the meal half-heartedly, and naturally, the taste reflected that.
Daniel sat expressionlessly at the table, picking at his food before pushing it aside after only a few bites.
"Mr. Crother, please try this Sunday roast. It's my signature dish!" Adele said, her face beaming as she eagerly recommended the meal.
However, the roast looked lackluster, overcooked and overly seasoned, and the accompanying potatoes and carrots were mushy and unappetizing.
Lena grimaced as she ate, thinking, 'This is the best she can do? We had far better food at the camp!'
She began to miss the camp's chef, even though the food there had initially been rough, wit
