“Yes, | ran away from the orphanage when | was a child and met an old man who adopted me as his granddaughter.”

Brian decided not to probe any further.

If he kept asking, he might discover that he knew Rosalynn’s grandfather. ©

Brian sat at the table and looked at the spaghetti Rosalynn made.

Apiece of steak accompanied the spaghetti.

He picked up the fork and took a bite.

The aroma…

sparkled as he

at Rosalynn and asked, “Have you

the eastern suburbs of Wragos, there was a renowned private

at that establishment. His ancestors had once been cooks

ancestors’ exceptional culinary skills, making him unmatched in

taste of the spaghetti prepared by him was

strikingly similar taste to

“No,” Rosalynn replied.

had never received any formal

cook after observing the cooking process and tasting the dish numerous

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