"Ellie, this fruit is really delicious, you should have one too."
Ellie took the fruit from him, tasted it, and with a hint of warmth in her eyes, spoke to Logan.
"This is indeed quite good, crisp and sweet-sour, I actually quite like it."
"If you like it, have some more, the fruit really does taste good."
At that moment, Ellie served the last dish on the table and called out to Logan.
"My savior, dinner is ready, please don't disdain it."
Logan looked at the table, which, even though it didn't have any exotic delicacies, appeared to have its own unique charm.
It smelled delicious, which showed that Ellie's cooking skills were quite good.
"What do you mean I couldn't eat it? Besides, it smells really great, the taste must be very good. I'm not picky, I can eat anything."
Ellie got up to go into the house, helped her seriously ill mother to the table to eat, and said gently,
