Zachary helplessly looked at the two women.

Once Serenity was done laughing, he said, “Honey, have some soup first.”

Serenity said in relief, “Luckily, I wasn’t drinking soup earlier, or else I might have spat it out.”

“Dig in.”

Grandma May laughed as she scooped from a dish she liked. After tasting it, she frowned and said, “Seren, these weren’t cooked by you, were they? It tastes a little different from before.”

“Does it taste bad?” Zachary asked.

“If you think it tastes bad, I’ll call Kevin right now and get him to pick you up so you can go to the hotel and eat all the delicacies there since my homecooked food isn’t to your taste.”

“Such a belligerent tone. It must be Zachary’s cooking.”

Grandma May continued to eat as if nothing had happened and said to Serenity, “Seren, Zack’s cooking hasn’t improved much. You should let him practice more. Let him cook on the weekends and prepare all your meals. With more opportunities to practice, his cooking will get better.”

Zachary’s