I Just Want You to Be Happy

"Oh, right."

Isabella scratched her head and giggled, "Why didn't I think of that?"

She then handed the soup to Cedric and said, "Have a taste. I think it should be good."

"Okay."

Cedric took it and praised after taking a sip, "The taste is unique. It's great."

"I learned how to make it from my mother. My stepfather often got drunk, and she would make the soup for him. But she actually learned it from my biological father, so it should be a secret recipe. That's why it tastes so delicious," Isabella said proudly.

"So you inherited your father's cooking skills."

"Believe it or not, I think I have a gift for cooking. If I hadn't chosen to learn dancing, I might have made a fortune as an excellent cook."

The wind at night was cool. In the dim light, Cedric looked at Isabella's beautiful, gentle face, hoping that the warm feeling in his heart could last forever.

The husband returned home in the evening, and his wife waited for him while making delicious soup...