There were three dishes and one soup on the table. The ingredients were all ordered by Trystan. They were fresh and expensive. Leanna had great cooking skills and excellent ingredients. Thus, the meal was naturally on par with a chef of a hotel.
Even Trystan, who had always been such a picky person, felt that it was not bad.
"Dad, is it delicious?"
However, Trystan didn't say anything. He just frowned, raised his fork, and shook his head, as if the food in front of him was hard to swallow. However, he sighed in his heart, "This woman was still useful. At least the food is appetizing to him."
"If it's not good, then don't eat it!" Leanna was upset when she saw the man's stern face. She had worked so hard to prepare the food, but not only did she not receive a single word of praise from
