Ethan Ainsley hurried back, he already knew everything.

Cart agreed, "Miss Hussey is a very diligent child."

Wendy Hollander agreed with Cart's words.

Who else would be willing to put up with her picky taste?

"Granny~"

Lola Hussey placed the stew pot filled with Russian borscht on the coffee table, followed by a small plate, before picking up the tray and putting it behind her.

The stew pot held the borscht, while the plate contained roasted apples.

Wendy Hollander's smile was bright as she asked, "What's inside the stew pot if there are roasted apples?"

"This time I made borscht, but my cooking skills are not very good. Granny, please taste it first. If the flavor is not right, I'll redo it."

Wendy thought to herself, there would be no need to redo it.

It was already nine o'clock after all the fussing.

Even if the taste wasn't right, she couldn't trouble the girl anymore.

Cart came forward to remove the stew pot's lid.

Wendy gestured, "Ah, let the girl do it."

Cart stopped and looked at Lola Hussey, making a please gesture.