Peggy Lewis watched from the side. Her dish was simple and she wasn't busy, so she took the opportunity to learn from Cindy Clarke.
Seeing this, Cindy chuckled faintly, "What, you want to learn to make this for Fourth Uncle?"
Peggy Lewis: "…"
That was exactly what she was thinking.
But was she really that transparent?
Did Cindy see it?
Peggy Lewis had always been herself in front of Cindy.
Peggy Lewis touched her face, asking, "You could tell? Is it that obvious?"
Cindy laughed, "What, did you think it was written on your face that you wanted to cook for my Uncle?"
Peggy Lewis: "…"
"Isn't it because you're living at Fourth Uncle's house? Given your character, you wouldn't just stay there without doing anything, right? You must have intended to cook for him, to give some thanks. What else could it be?" Cindy explained, beaming as she moved closer to Peggy Lewis, blinking playfully.
Peggy Lewis felt she hadn't thought much, so why did Cindy make her feel so guilty?
