He had adapted to her tastes; he got used to the dishes she liked, and gradually fell in line with them, so every time the kitchen just needed to follow her preferences.
But Tiana always thought she was the one adapting to his tastes.
In the kitchen, after many trials, they had a rough idea of what she liked to eat.
"That makes sense, then I'll get everything ready. Don't stay too late."
Tiana said.
"Mhm, I'll be right over."
"Alright, that's settled then. I'm picking out vegetables..."
Tiana hung up the phone call.
As the phone screen dimmed, Landon put away his phone.
Bartholomeus Smith raised his eyebrows and hurriedly said—
"What, you're not staying for a meal after coming all this way? You're just going to leave? Why not have Powerful Tiana come over too... It's been a long time since we last had a meal together..."
