Cindy Clarke was well aware of Peggy Lewis's cooking skills.
Thankfully, things like boiling soup and making porridge didn't require much knife skills.
As long as the ingredients were well paired and one was willing to put in the effort to simmer it slowly over low heat, everything would be fine.
Given the level of Peggy's concern for Lyke Zhekova, she was certainly patient enough.
After Cindy hung up the phone, she immediately encountered the eager gazes from Old Madam and the little one.
It was so touching that Cindy couldn't bear to ignore it.
"It's Peggy," Cindy admitted openly, "She just asked me for a stomach-nourishing recipe, she wants to nourish Fourth Uncle's stomach."
Old Madam's sitting position on the sofa moved forward significantly.
"Oh, they've been in contact since the last time they had dinner together?" Old Madam said with a piercing gaze.
The little one was also holding onto Cindy's arm, "Tell us, tell us quickly."
