Chapter 922

"This is Mrs. Maskelyne' relative! The feeling... it's strange, but heartwarming. Before, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne got married secretly, and the Andrews family didn't know about it until a lot of things happened. But so what? Those weirdos from the Andrews family don't deserve to visit us.

"Grandma, you're here?" Sylvia heard some noise and walked out of the kitchen with a floral apron on her body, her eyes shining brightly. "Please sit down quickly; if you're bored, watch TV for a while. I'll fry two more dishes."

When Jasmine saw Sylvia's appearance, she was stunned. "Did you cook these dishes yourself?" She used to think that Sylvia was just an excellent junior who she liked very much; now when she sees Sylvia again, her chest feels strange - warm yet sour.

She looked at Sylvia's gaze full of love as if looking through her to see their lost little niece - this is their Hipps family child; their child... their entire family's child.

Their good child made food by herself to welcome them.

Jasmine felt a sourness in her nose. "How can we let you do this kind of thing? Let me do it... you rest." She said as she walked towards Sylvia; however, after hesitating for a moment, Sylvia smiled again. "Ms Hipps should rest too and taste my cooking later."

"Still calling him that!" Queena complained while looking at Sylvia, "This is your grandaunt!"

Sylvia obediently replied, "Grandaunt."

Franklin also greeted them warmly. "Sylvia cooks really well! I love eating dishes cooked by her so much that every time I'm outside I think about coming back home just to taste them again."

The butler had brought out the house's collection of fine wine. "This has been aged for twenty years- Mr. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps- let us have a good drink later on!"

The sound of the range hood came from inside the kitchen along with sounds of frying vegetables.

All dishes were served on table together.

Looking at all kinds of food on top of table, Mollie was shocked as she looked at Miss Andrews who sat next to Franklin after taking off her apron, "Miss Andrews, you are too amazing! Did you make all these dishes?"

"From now on, call her Sylvia."

Clare raised his hand and tapped Mollie's forehead, his eyes full of affection.

of water first. She crisply said, "Auntie, if you want to learn

address as "auntie," and her ears turned red. She quickly lowered her head

bumped into the man's pitch-black eyes. Her

whole family

eat food made by our own child," Old Mr. Hipps exclaimed emotionally with tears in his eyes. The feeling in his heart was indescribable. Not only were there big crabs but

was also excellent. stir-fried vegetables

she be

feast must have taken quite some time?" Queena looked sympathetically at Sylvia's hands. "Don't

and said with a

roasted by Sylvia herself," Franklin picked up another chicken leg for Old Mr. Hipps.

repeatedly saying 'good'

meal was very

family members who felt that eating food cooked by Sylvia herself was even better than eating fairy pills. They

shrimp is really

three fresh delicacies dish - how come it tastes better than what

sweet-and-sour fish is

herself, Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

- how did her mother end up joining Evans

adopt her

seemed like she needed to investigate this matter

before Sylvia sent Facebook message to Old Evans inviting him over tomorrow noon

receiving Sylvia's Facebook message, Old Evans' face lit up with surprise as

voice was filled with joy, "Sylvia, what do you want to eat tomorrow for lunch? Grandpa will treat

have something to ask you tomorrow," Sylvia's voice was calm compared to the excitement of the Old Evans. She seemed like she was looking at a stranger. The Old Evans was secretly surprised but maintained his smile well, "Don't worry, no matter

hung up the video call and saw Franklin walking towards her from the bathroom while

walked over and then his

dropped the towel he used to dry his hair and answered the

of them have diarrhea. Tomorrow is the finals. What should

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