Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 257 Mr. Martin Is Really Happy

Hearing Stanley guess that Chloe was planning a surprise for him, Grant's face lit up with joy.

He smiled and said, "If it's really a surprise, I can't wait!"

When Grant got off work in the evening, he intentionally stayed in the office a bit longer to finish up some tasks. By the time he arrived home, it was already past seven o'clock.

The housekeeper had laid out a full spread of dishes on the dining table. Chloe was sitting at the table playing on her phone, while Mia stood beside her with a pained expression.

Seeing Mia's troubled face, Grant walked over, puzzled.

"Mia, what's up?" he asked casually.

Mia quickly replied, "Mr. Martin, I'm fine. It's just that tonight's dinner was made by Miss Davis. You could have your meal with Miss Davis first..."

With that, Mia hurriedly left the dining room.

Chloe scooted over to Grant, her face beaming with pride. "Grantie, I got out of school early today and had nothing to do, so I made dinner for you. Try it and see how it is."

Hearing that Chloe had made dinner, Grant's eyes moved to the dining table. He felt a surge of delight; Chloe had indeed given him a surprise.

It was the first time he would be eating a meal cooked by Chloe.

And to be fair, the dinner looked quite sumptuous.

There were dishes from the Northwest region and a steak. The steak she had cooked looked pretty good in terms of color and aroma, but Grant had no idea how it tasted.

Chloe placed a piece of steak in front of Grant. "Grantie, I cooked this steak myself. Mia said you don't like it too well-done, so I cooked it a bit rare. Try it and see how it is." Grant couldn't bear to refuse Chloe's good intentions.

dig in, but no matter how much he sawed at the steak, he couldn't

the steak open. She then

unsure whether to open his mouth or keep

too well-done, but medium-rare

Chloe's steak, it looked barely

this steak was no different from eating raw

this steak. Go on, try it..." Chloe was completely oblivious to her poor cooking skills and insisted that

but to open his mouth. As soon as the steak entered

asked, "Grantie, how's

awkwardly replied, "It's...

I simmered it for nearly three hours. Grantie, try my chicken soup." Chloe quickly grabbed a

be fair, the chicken soup looked well-made, with a clear broth that

eagerly drank the soup. As soon as it hit his

soup? It tasted like

making up for all the

eyes, Grant forced himself

enthusiastic. She served him thickly sliced potatoes, half-cooked vegetables,

one to peek at the dining table. When they saw

eating half

He's already had three bowls of that salty chicken soup." "No, Mr.

their sarcastic comments, Mia closed her

turned and left, riding her grocery bike

medicine for stomach issues or food poisoning. With

was

this was the least

lay in bed, feeling