"All right, understood."
Chen Lun thought for a moment, then handed the supernatural wine to Connie and instructed her:
"Chill this bottle. We'll serve it to our guests later."
"You... you've finished brewing it already!"
Connie was astonished.
Chen Lun gave her a mysterious smile.
"It's a secret."
"Yes, Mr. Jack."
With admiration on her face, Connie took the wine and left.
She thought of Mr. Jack's extraordinary powers and immediately accepted it-
"There doesn't seem to be anything Mr. Jack can't do."
Chen Lun went to the kitchen.
He saw Froy busy at the counter.
Recognizing the familiar footsteps, she continued dicing onions without turning around and said softly:
"Connie just told me we have guests coming, so I'm preparing a proper dinner... This is our first time entertaining guests. I hope I won't embarrass you."
Chen Lun shook his head and chuckled.
"You're too modest, Froy. Your cooking is better than anyone else's. Besides, you don't have to do this yourself every time..."
The corners of Froy's lips lifted slightly as she deftly tipped the diced onions into the pot.
"I just enjoy it. Cooking puts my heart at ease, and..."
She turned her head, a gentle smile on her face.
"You enjoy eating it."
Chen Lun watched her quietly.
Froy playfully pinched the edges of her skirt and gave him a curtsy.
Then she turned back, picked up a long spoon, and quietly began stirring the rich broth in the pot.
Looking at Froy's profile, the smile still lingering on her lips, Chen Lun felt that she had changed a little. She was brighter and livelier than before.
"Thank you for your hard work, Froy."
Toward evening.
A carriage belonging to the Silver Dragon Trade Association stopped outside Jack Manor.
Walsh, the steward, stepped