Teach Them a Lesson!

Cynthia seemed to sense something; she tightened her grip on Tristan's hand and intentionally diverted his attention. "What would you like to eat?"

"I'm not picky." Tristan replied.

Knowing that Cynthia's foot was injured and her movements were restricted, Tristan accommodated her, deliberately slowing down his pace.

After a moment of thought, Cynthia suggested, "How about three dishes and a soup?"

Tristan raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile passing through his eyes. "That sounds like a lot."

"My grandfather has never restricted me and has never made any demands on me. Whatever I want to do, he lets me." Cynthia spoke casually. "Besides, during high school, I learned a lot privately from Dave."

As they spoke, they reached the stairs. Tristan bent down, lifting her in his arms. Casually, he asked, "Equestrian skills too?"

Cynthia nodded.

Of course, over the years, following Dave around, she learned more than just equestrian skills.