Last night, the two played Go for two hours.
"I smelled the aroma even from outside. I heard you cooked breakfast?"
"I heard Mr. Douglas likes soup dumplings, so I tried making some. They can't compare to your family's chef, Mr. Douglas, please don't mind."
Seeing Ian Douglas approach, Angela obediently pulled out a chair for him and served a dumpling into an empty bowl.
Ian Douglas came over, glanced at the table, and admired Angela even more: "Your hands look so white and tender, I didn't expect you to have such good cooking skills."
"It's hardly good cooking skills, just learning some life skills to keep myself from starving."
She was being too modest. In fact, her cooking skills already surpassed many chefs.
Ian Douglas sat down and looked at her again with a smile: "You're good-looking, can cook well, and have a great personality. If I had another grandson, you'd make a wonderful granddaughter-in-law."
He was joking, but Angela was taken aback.
