Enna Clark’s heart lted, and she leaned down to kiss Gigi on the cheek, generously praising her, "My Gigi is amazing!"
The little girl’s cheek was tickled from the kiss, and she giggled, hugging Enna Clark’s neck, and sared so drool on her face. In a cute, childish voice, she said, "Mommy is great too, Mommy is as great as Gigi."
It’s just that Brubby and Daddy aren’t great.
Of course, she only dared to say this in her heart, as she was still quite scared of Bobby hearing her and getting a scolding.
Even though she didn’t speak out, Bobby knew what she wanted to say. He coolly glanced at her chubby apple face and decided to let her off this ti.
The trio went ho.
Scott Harris and Joanne Harrison imdiately greeted them, "Young Madam, Young Master, Sister, you’re back."
Joanne Harrison handed slippers to everyone.
Bobby’s pair of adult-sized, blue checkered slippers stood out, followed by Gigi’s super cute, pink Little Princess slippers.
The big and small pairs of slippers ford a striking contrast!
Enna Clark put down the little girl she was carrying, who was very well-behaved, and didn’t need anyone’s help. She took off her shoes and put them away, changing into her little slippers herself. After changing, she didn’t forget to praise herself, "Gigi is so aweso."
Bobby had seen shaless people before, but never soone like her who endlessly lavished praise on herself. He silently shot her a sidelong glance, coolly changed his shoes, and showed her the back of his head.
Scott Harris and Joanne Harrison were much more accommodating, both smiling widely and playing along, "Little Miss is so good."
"Would Little Miss like so sweet juice? I’ll go get it for you." Joanne Harrison bent down, took her hand, and gently asked.
Gigi wrinkled her little nose, not particularly fond of juice. But she rembered that Bobby had told her she couldn’t have lollipops tonight. So she decided that having sothing was better than nothing and, sweetly nodding, allowed herself to be led, "Sister Joanne wants it."
"Alright, I’ll juice for Little Miss. Would Little Miss like waterlon or orange today?"
"Waterlon."
She didn’t like oranges; her brother did.
Yellow and sour fruit.
Waterlon was much cuter, red and not sour.
Joanne Harrison took her to the open kitchen.
Bobby went straight back to his room.
After changing her shoes, Enna Clark ca in and asked Scott Harris in surprise, "Mr. Harris, has Baron Lawrence still not returned?"
"Madam, Lord has already returned." Scott Harris replied respectfully, without any casualness despite being at ho.
Enna Clark walked into the living room, looked around but didn’t see anyone, so she couldn’t help but turn back, "Where is he?"
"Well..." Scott Harris truly didn’t know how to explain, and his eyes evaded a bit. He could only say, being watched by Enna Clark, "Lord is in the kitchen."
"What’s he doing in the kitchen?" Enna Clark asked in surprise.
Scott Harris gave her a sympathetic look, bowed his head and said, "Lord is cooking for Young Madam."
"Pff—" Enna Clark choked on the air, almost unable to catch her breath, "Cough, cough, what did you say he was doing?"
Scott Harris understood her reaction very well, and sympathetically explained, "Lord is in the kitchen, saying he wants to personally cook for Young Madam."
Suddenly, Enna Clark’s mind flashed back to when Baron Lawrence personally cooked ’Red Wine Chicken’ for her. Originally, Scott Harris had taught him how to make Beer Duck.
But he ended up buying chicken instead of duck at the supermarket, forgot to buy the beer, and poured a bottle of more than 15 thousand red wine directly in...
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