Chapter 935 Dinner

The farmhouse had everything, as it was a perfectly normal household, the kind that could easily double as a family hotel.

The kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients too. Francisco and Ricardo, both bachelors, had a simple time dealing with meals, and here they also had authentic Italian pasta.

The pasta was ready, but it was secondary—the main event was Francisco's meticulously prepared meat sauce.

It was when Laura sat down at the dining table, looked at the plate of pasta, and then at the dark meat sauce served alongside, that she naturally asked, "Do you have ketchup?"

Francisco and Ricardo were both a bit stunned, while Laura calmly said, "There should be some ketchup in the kitchen, right? I'll go look for it."

Francisco paused for a moment, then with a strange expression on his face, he asked, "The ketchup you're talking about, which kind is it?"