"What's with that look on your face? The flatbreads you make are delicious. You could probably set up a stall and earn quite a bit of money. But your priority right now is studying. You can try it out during the holidays." Seeing Joanne Chase's expression, Grace Winslow knew she had misunderstood.
'The truth was, she was just getting a little tired of the sauce.'
Irene Lynch had made her several flavors all at once.
Mushroom sauce, beef sauce, spicy bean paste... she'd had so much that she didn't really want to eat them anymore.
'So when she saw that Joanne Chase seemed to really like it, she decided to do her an easy favor.'
"Mm, I... I'll give it a try. Thank you, Grace." Joanne Chase was grateful to Grace Winslow for being so considerate of her fragile pride, but she desperately needed this lifeline.
