Suddenly, Leila thought of something and turned to Jayden. "Jay, can we cook together?"
Jayden tilted his head, a little puzzled. "What do you want to make?"
Leila's eyes sparkled with determination. "I haven't informed my dad that I'm entering the industry. He'll definitely try to refuse, but if I make him some of his favorite meals and persuade him, he might just come around."
Jayden raised an eyebrow then nodded in understanding. "What are his favorite meals and when is he coming home?"
"He loves my mom's old recipes—her famous chicken parmesan and spaghetti carbonara. If I make those, he'll be putty in my hands!" Leila's tone was confident, but there was a hint of nervous excitement in her word as she clenched her hand. She didn't know what she will do if her father didn't give her his permission to enter the industry.
