Trixie sat quietly on the sofa, watching over Dr. Roberts who was busy walking in and out of the kitchen. Trixie thought that people like him couldn't cook and only ate milk sandwiches all day to maintain their elegant life.
But the facts in front of her were proof that Trixie was wrong. Dr. Roberts could cook, but the cooking skill of her husband was better.
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a simple dish. Don't mind if it doesn't taste good."
Dr. Roberts was still in a cold tone. Trixie sat in front of the table and face him with a smile. Even if it was not that delicious, she kept her mouth shut. But the truth was, Dr. Roberts's cooking was delicious. She just wanted to think that Daryl was better than him, and she couldn't find any flaws.
Trixie wanted to ask something but the man kept cooking with a straight face. So, she was uncomfortable like she couldn't able to hold chopsticks.