Of course, Lyra enjoyed Emery's cooking.
She was always thinking about it after each delicious meal.
So, without hesitation, she accepted Sophia Harrison's offer and looked forward to tasting Emery's cooking every day.
After Sophia left,
Lyra turned around and saw Morris Jackson standing behind her. She called out, "Uncle Morris."
Then she said, "Thank you for your hard work tonight."
"Hard work?" He said with a smile on his lips.
"Not just tonight, but every day." She said, her eyes shining: "Taking care of a wife who needs to be clothed and fed must be quite difficult, don't you think?"
She described herself as someone who needs to be clothed and fed.
It was apt, for now.
Morris hugged her waist: "Not needing to be clothed and fed, but a queen."
A queen should enjoy all these things.
Lyra was touched by his words but couldn't help but ask, "Why not a princess?"
"In the Smith family, you are a princess, but with me, you are a queen." He teased her by rubbing her nose.
