The corner of John Fame's mouth twitched slightly.
Lissy Lock, on the other hand, looked at him with a full-fledged smile, "Alright, I've kept you waiting. Let's eat, shall we?"
John Fame didn't budge, just watched her, "Is this what you come up with, after all your daily efforts to learn cooking?"
Lissy Lock spread her hands, "For cooking, this is the only talent I have, so what choice do I have? You were the one insisting that I cook. It wasn't me who insisted on cooking for you."
As she finished speaking, a servant brought in another breakfast and placed it in front of Lissy Lock.
John Fame took a glance.
Lissy Lock's breakfast was extensive and while the portions were small, they were well-balanced and plentiful.
Lissy Lock chuckled, "I'm pregnant, I need to make sure I eat well. John Fame, this is made by me, give it a try."
He rested his hands beside his breakfast plate, and quietly watched her.
As Lissy Lock took a sip of milk, she too, kept her gaze on him.
