"Donnie, try this steak that Elena cooked herself, it's not easy to find such an authentic pan-seared steak in Atlantic City!"
In a two-story villa, Donnie and the Dorn couple were sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner, while the children of the Dorn couple were in the living room playing with toys Donnie had brought, accompanied by a servant.
Although Brad Dorn was only thirty years old, his hair had already begun to thin, and his slightly curly hairstyle lent him considerable dignity.
Looking at the enthusiastic Brad Dorn, Donnie also showed a smile, "I haven't eaten an authentic steak for a long time, I'm very grateful for Mrs. Dorn's hospitality!"
At this time, Elena Dorn had already removed her apron and wore a polite smile on her face, "This is what we should do. Brad once told me that we should make every guest who visits our home feel like they are at their own home!"
Donnie laughed heartily and said, "Then I will help myself!"
