"Oh." Valentine Teller nodded and shyly asked, "Can I ask the nanny to make some garlic pork ribs? It's Mark Reed's favorite."
Hearing this, Janice Clark's eyes lit up: "Did Mark tell you he likes garlic pork ribs?"
"He didn't say, I found out myself."
Valentine's cheeks slightly flushed, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting.
"I see." Janice said thoughtfully, "I'm just afraid the nanny won't make it to Mark's taste, he's quite picky."
Is Mark Reed picky?
How come she never noticed? Every time she cooked, he always ate a lot, and she thought he was easy to please.
Valentine thought for a moment and said, "How about I make it? Mark has tried my garlic pork ribs and never complained."
"Alright, alright, I'll feel at ease if you do it!"
That was exactly what Janice wanted.
Valentine quickly flipped through the photo album, put it back in the box, and then went to the kitchen with Janice.
