Perhaps it was because such a dinner didn’t quite exist in my family that I appreciated the simple taste of home cooked food more than ever. Bradon must have been quite happy to have Jenna cooking for him and taking care of him. The proof was that Jenna was still here with him.
“You’re an amazing cook. This is so tasty and you make everything look so easy,” I complimented her wholeheartedly.
“Oh, it’s not me who’s an amazing cook. The recipes of everything that we made today were developed by Brenda,” Jenna said warmly.
“Brenda?” I murmured questioningly.
“Oh, she’s Master Bradon’s mother. She was an amazing cook when she was younger…” Jenna explained before she suddenly looked away.