"Elly, your face!"
Helen Melendy pointed at her and shouted, but Elly ignored her and continued to stuff the food from her plate into her mouth.
"You know, Harry Hall's cooking is quite impressive."
"That's mine."
"Huh? Are you talking about the person or the food?"
Helen Melendy: "..."
In the end, both of them couldn't help but laugh.
Elly looked at the gradually relaxing expression between Helen Melendy's brows and thought to herself that she must have figured things out.
With that thought, she asked directly, "Have you figured it out yet?"
The smile at the corner of Helen Melendy's mouth stiffened for a moment, then, with a sigh of resignation, she said:
"Let's just wait and see, take it one step at a time."
Although Elly felt her attitude was still a bit negative and hesitant, it was much better than previously rejecting Harry Hall outright without a second thought.
"I think Harry Hall is pretty good; don't miss out on him."
