Dylan Lee closed the notebook in his hand, a playful smile in his voice, "I don't mind if Grace scolds me. Even if you curse at me, I'd still love hearing your voice. Why would I mind?"
Lyra Smith cursed him in her heart.
Then she asked, "You didn't call me over just to curse at you, right?"
"Of course not."
Then Dylan Lee raised his hand clutching the notebook, waving it in front of her eyes, "Does Grace know what this is?"
Out of instinct, Lyra was about to deny it, but she changed her mind, "What is this?"
Dylan Lee said, "This is his recipe book, where the chef keeps track of what he uses every day. It's filled not only with records of ingredients used but also detailed instructions and recipes… I was thinking, it's a waste for such a skillful chef to work only on this train."
Lyra picked up the conversation, "Then why don't you introduce him to a job at a fancy restaurant, you generous person."
