Howland stared at the soup. "What is that?" he asked.
"My soup."
"Huh? You… cook?" Howland asked in surprise.
"Yes, why? Is there something strange?"
Howland looked at his sister from head to toe. It was clearly still the same Roseanne. However, since when did his sister cook? Maybe because she felt guilty, his sister had to get out of her comfort zone and start cooking. He winced at the thought of Rosie holding a sharp object like a knife.
"Ah, did other chefs help you?" asked Howland, who still couldn't believe his sister could cook.
"No, I made it all alone from the start to finish. A maid just helped me prepare this bowl."
"Hahaha, no way… you must be joking, right?"
Rosie shrugged her shoulders. "If you don't believe me, just ask the chefs in the kitchen. They saw me."
