"That's my right as a grandmother! I finally have a daughter-in-law—can't I be happy about it? When they have their wedding, I'll show off even more," Marianne said with a smug expression. "And when Aaron gets married too, I'll parade both my daughters-in-law around the neighborhood together."Grandpa Duncan made a "hmph" sound. Though he complained out loud, he was secretly pleased.He didn't contradict Marianne but turned to Aria instead. "Let's set up a time to meet with your parents so we can all have dinner together. You two only got your marriage license—the families haven't even met yet."This sort of thing shouldn't happen without the parents knowing.Aria could only smile and agree.While waiting for dinner, Marianne received a phone call and went upstairs, with Grandpa following. Anson, who had been huddled in the corner building a Lego set, saw that the grandparents had left and beckoned to Aria. "Hey, come over here for a sec."Aria went over. Since she was wearing je
Sure enough, Marianne was so delighted she didn't even care about all the wrinkles showing on her face. "Soon, soon! We'll send you all wedding invitations when the time comes!"While they were chatting animatedly, Grandpa Duncan was completely absorbed in his chess game, so focused that he barely heard Marianne's words.Marianne glanced over, decided not to disturb him, and said, "Well, we'll be going now!"Watching Marianne lead Aria away and stop in front of a group of dancing friends, chatting with a radiant expression, David and Steven exchanged puzzled looks. Wasn't she here to call Old Duncan home for dinner?How could she leave without saying a single word to him?Meanwhile, Marianne pulled Aria over to the square dancing group. Because Marianne was highly respected here, these ladies stopped practicing as soon as she arrived."Mrs. Duncan, what brings you here?" they asked."Hehe, my granddaughter-in-law heard I love dancing, so she came with me to see," Marianne said c
Archer frowned slightly. "She cooks, I wash dishes—it's called a clear division of labor."Kent coughed politely. "Then why not wait until you return in the evening to wash them?"If they had such a clear division of labor, why cheat and slack off?He had principles too.Archer stared at him coldly. Kent's lips twitched, and he immediately grabbed the keys to go upstairs and clean up the mess for his boss.He should have sent Henry today.Damn, he hated washing dishes too.Most importantly, he hadn't even eaten the meal!Kent grumbled inwardly, and when he arrived at the apartment and saw those few bowls in the sink, he rolled his eyes in disbelief.He truly couldn't understand—just a couple of dishes, was it really such a big deal, boss?Today when he got to the office, he would definitely complain to Henry about this. Their boss truly had issues!When Aria arrived at the Duncan family estate, before she could say anything, Marianne came forward to greet her, smiling warmly
The bagel mix were bought from the supermarket. Although ready-made bagels were available, she felt that homemade ones would taste better and fresher."Do you need help?" Archer casually asked.Aria thought for a moment, "Could you peel the shrimp, Archer? Just remember to remove the vein."He had peeled cooked shrimp before, but never raw ones.Actually, Archer did know how to cook, but he didn't enjoy preparing seafood, especially shrimp, which he found troublesome.But since Aria had asked, he would do it.The raw shrimp felt slippery in his hands. He made a slight sound of disapproval as he picked up one and began peeling. The sharp edge of the shrimp's head cut a small nick in his finger.It stung a bit, but was tolerable.His little wife had only given him this one task of peeling shrimp. He couldn't possibly fail at even this.After peeling a small bowl of shrimp, his hands had four or five small cuts. He felt slightly indignant that these hands—which normally signed co
Archer was amused—he hadn't expected Aria to use such cute emojis in private.Archer: Send me your location.Aria immediately shared her location.Archer: Wait there.When Archer entered the supermarket, he immediately spotted Aria sitting on a rest bench.Across from the bench was a bakery with various pastries displayed at the entrance. Aria was holding a small Black Forest cake, using a fork to take small bites.She looked rather adorable.Having shed her identity as Mrs. Spencer, she now appeared relaxed and happy, full of energy.Archer walked up to her, his gaze landing on the fully loaded shopping cart, "Why did you buy so much?"Aria was focused on eating and only realized Archer had arrived when she heard his voice. As she looked up, there was still cream at the corner of her mouth."I wasn't paying attention while shopping and accidentally bought too much."She blamed herself for wanting to make this and that with her own hands.When she was at the Spencer house,
The family estate had a live-in housekeeper, and even a specially hired chef who had taken care of his grandparents for decades.Archer had previously lived at the family estate. When he went abroad to study, Marianne was so concerned that she sent a chef with him just to look after his diet.However, since returning to the country, Archer had lived alone, generally eating out. Only when he wasn't busy would he occasionally feel like cooking for himself. He didn't really like having outsiders invade his personal space.Evidently, Aria seemed to feel the same way.Archer understood Aria's implied meaning and responded, "I don't want you to be too tired.""Doing it occasionally won't be tiring," Aria replied. She had just been passing by the supermarket and thought to buy some things to take home, while also wanting to ask about Archer's food preferences.Archer's voice still carried a faint trace of amusement, "Alright.""Are there any foods you don't like or avoid?" Aria asked.