Lucille didn't feel guilty at all. She picked up her fork and spoon and started devouring the food.
To pay him back, she put the pickles made by Jerry's mother into a small dish and put them in front of Joseph. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to have a try?"
Joseph didn't hesitate at all. After tasting it, he realized that although it didn't look that good, it tasted amazing.
He laughed and praised her generously. "Who made it? It's not bad."
"Of course." Lucille raised her eyebrows, picked up her bowl, and took a sip of soup. The fresh taste spread between her lips and teeth. Lucille narrowed her eyes out of comfort and sighed. "I didn't expect the pampered Mr. Joseph to be so good at cooking."
A smile appeared on Joseph's lips as he calmly replied, "Is that so? It's the first time I've heard someone say that about me."
"Why? Could it be that no one has praised you like that before?" Lucille blinked her eyes in curiosity.