Sitting in the dining hall, looking at Maxwell Peary who was busy over there, Nia Mitchell had a smile on her lips.
Such a scene, so warm.
She wanted this to continue forever.
"Uncle, do you need my help?"
Supporting her chin with her hand, Nia Mitchell was filled with smiles.
"You'd only make things worse."
Rabina Mitchell's cooking skills were simply unremarkable; no way could they allow her into the kitchen.
Nia Mitchell didn't care at all what Maxwell Peary said; she stayed there, her facial expression unchanged.
"I can learn."
Even though she said this, she didn't move at all.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary shook his head.
"You, better wait over there to eat."
Nia Mitchell listened to these words without a hint of anger on her face; instead, she was overwhelmed with sweetness.
The words were so heartwarming, weren't they?
"Alright."
She followed his words directly, still sitting there watching Maxwell Peary.
