"Mary, don't hurt yourself."
The servant nearby handed over an apron, and Mary Douglas glanced at it, then turned her eyes away with a bit of disdain.
The intention was clear.
The servant glanced at Beau Reed, who sent her away.
She had never been one to wear an apron.
Rather than making her wear an apron that she found particularly unsightly, she'd prefer to ruin the clothes she was wearing.
The fact that she was standing in the kitchen was all thanks to her two little Grandsons.
Mary Douglas stood in the kitchen for quite a while, her brows furrowing subtly.
Beau Reed knew well that at this moment she had no idea how to begin.
He turned to the fridge area, found the vegetables and beef needed, and placed them in front of her.
"I'd like some beef noodles, thanks for your hard work."
Subtly helping Mary Douglas out of a tight spot.
Mary Douglas raised an eyebrow, her slender fingers played with the vegetables, scrutinizing them, then nodded.
"You can go out now."
