“You act like a spoiled brat all day long,” Xyla Quest said while pinching Lynette Batton’s nose affectionately.

“Mom, that’s nonsense. I’m not a spoiled brat!” her daughter retorted with a pout.

She seemed to be full of energy.

“All right, stop horsing around. I’ve asked the nanny to cook a feast, so let’s eat,” Xyla said.

“Okay. Hearing that makes me hungry. My stomach is already rumbling!” Lynette exclaimed while rubbing her stomach dramatically.

“You’re such a clown,” her mother said.

After that, the three of them sat at the dining table.

The nanny proved to have impressive culinary skills.

She had prepared five dishes in total, including herbal chicken soup. The rest of the dishes consisted of shredded cured meat, eggplant with minced meat, baked chicken, and a mixed salad.

The three of them enjoyed the home-cooked meal immensely.

Contrary to popular beliefs, the Battons were nothing like how their wealthy status implied. Their regular diet didn’t include expensive w