Benson Brown had grown up with Mrs. Brown. She knew her son's taste very well. There were probably not many delicious foods that could satisfy him.
Mrs. Brown felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her son cared about another woman so much.
"If you enter our Brown family, at least you are a young mistress. How could we let you cook?" Mrs. Brown lowered her head to eat, unable to see the emotion in her eyes.
"I'm fine, auntie. If you like it, I can cook for you every day. It's good luck for me that you like my cooking." Lynn Walker said with a sweet tongue.
Hearing Lynn Walker's words, Mrs. Brown felt better. A faint smile appeared on her face.
After dinner, Mrs. Brown sat in the living room to have a rest.
There were only two people left in the living room, Lynn Walker and Mrs. Brown because Benson Brown's company had something urgent to deal with.