Daisy Ginger looked at his expression, seemingly amused, and let out a chuckle.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, gave his thin lips a peck, and softly said, "On the 27th of this month, will you come with me to see the sea?"
Edward Stephens pulled her out from his embrace, took a wedge of tangerine from her hand, and slowly said, "We’ll see."
Daisy pouted, glanced at his face again, and, not knowing what she thought of, her lips curled up slightly, "I’ll take that as a yes then."
She seemed to have reached some sort of decision on her own, held his hand, gave him all the remaining tangerines, and then happily turned and walked away.
Edward leaned against the window, glanced at Daisy’s back, retracted his gaze, and let out a light snort.
So capricious, like a little child.
That day, Daisy didn’t go to work and stayed with Lady Stephens at the Stephens family home.
Lady Stephens had recently taken up baking at home.
As a wealthy lady, she needed to have at least some talent to show off when she was out.
Lady Stephens loved cooking, but cooking didn’t love her back. She even hired a specialized baking teacher to teach her, yet what she baked still turned out to be a pile of "kitchen waste."
When Edward came back in the afternoon, he saw Daisy wearing an apron, enthusiastically carrying out a plate of colorful butterfly pastries from the kitchen. When she saw him, she greeted him, "Edward!"
Edward took off his trench coat and handed it to the servant, responding lightly, "Hmm."
She handed over a piece of green butterfly pastry.
Edward furrowed his brow slightly, hesitated for once, and didn’t open his mouth.
"I made it, it’s really good," Daisy blinked, with a bit of flour on her face and hair, looking a bit silly. "Maybe I have a talent for cooking."
Edward glanced at her, lowered his head, and took a small bite from the piece she was holding, tasted it with the tip of his tongue.
Better than his mom’s... certainly much better.
Edward gave a modest compliment, "Not bad."
Daisy pouted, seemingly dissatisfied, "Just ’not bad’?"
Edward glanced at her, "Too much sugar."
"It’s not good if you don’t add sugar."
Anyway, he didn’t like it. Edward walked over to the sofa.
Lady Stephens came out of the kitchen.
She was much more exaggerated than Daisy.
Not only was her face and hair covered in flour, but her clothes were all white too.
Edward was used to it; as long as she didn’t force him to eat that pile of trash, he would pretend he didn’t see it even if she blew up the kitchen.
Lady Stephens seemed to have had a great time today with company, coming out with a cheerful smile, wiping her face while praising Daisy to Edward, "Edward, Daisy is amazing, it’s her first time baking and everything’s well-shaped. Even Ms. Annie praised her."
Edward, holding the remote control, was flipping through the news. Hearing this, he glanced at Daisy.
She seemed to be very proud of herself, lifting her chin at him boastfully.
Edward retracted his gaze and said indifferently to his mother, "Mom, it’s because you’re too lousy."
Anyone could succeed at this with guidance.
Lady Stephens once learned flower arrangement too.
Lately, she drove the florist teacher to resign out of frustration.
He’s just waiting to see when Ms. Annie will get frustrated enough to quit due to his mother.
A person like his mom, not adept in any housework or agriculture, learning nothing, doing nothing, can only stay home and be a pampered housewife.
Lady Stephens was obviously unaware of what was in her son’s mind, still over there praising Daisy’s excellent cooking skills. Edward was blushing with embarrassment for Daisy, while Daisy stood there with a calm face, accepting Lady Stephens’ praise, as if she didn’t even know the meaning of the word modesty.
These two characters...
Edward rolled his eyes.
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