"This is not prepared by your uninspired father, it's Little Jaak's work." The old lady gave her daughter a disdainful look as she spoke with pride, as if she herself had prepared it.
"Really? Little Jaak made it?" Mrs. Astir cast a doubtful look at Yetta sitting beside her. Yetta nodded reluctantly and unwillingly admitted, "Yes".
The old woman knew what surprised her daughter. She pulled her aside and whispered, "I wouldn't believe Little Jaak's culinary skills were this good unless I saw it myself. Now do you believe in my judgement?"
As the saying goes, if you want to win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach. The saying indeed proves true, Mrs. Astir found Basil Jaak more appealing than before. He looked so impressive with his full forehead and distinct features, within the bronze color of his skin radiated a strong will, which reminded her of her husband Will in his younger days.
