The sun was rising from the east, wasn’t it?

Up until Phoebe said, “I wasn’t the one who cooked; it was Alex. It’s not bad.”

Grace was stunned, and her impression of Alex improved even further. She was also looking forward to the food that Alex had cooked now… As for Phoebe’s evaluation of the food, Grace paid her no mind. She was familiar with how her daughter was, after all. Even if it was instant noodles that cost three dollars, Phoebe would still say it wasn’t bad.

However, when Grace opened the container and took out the stacks of carefully assembled side dishes, and the faint smell of fragrance wafted out, she was surprised yet again.

“Alex, did you do all of this yourself?”

She suspected that it had been packed from a restaurant.

Phoebe was the one to reply, “He did do all of this, I can guarantee this with my reputation. I also contributed to it. This vegetable, I’m the one who cut it.”

Grace was stunned again. “You know how to cut vegetables?”

Phoebe didn’t say that sh