Sumr Sutton didn’t know if she heard or not, but she had already gone downstairs.
She had been restricted by Adrian Walyon for a whole day yesterday. Afraid she’d leave as soon as she got her freedom today, Adrian followed her downstairs.
To his surprise, when they reached the first floor, he found Sumr Sutton in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Adrian Walyon had invited River City’s chefs yesterday, but he didn’t let them stay at the house.
Whether it’s Morning Garden or Sutton Gardens, as long as it’s their ho, he never allowed any servants to live there.
The reason is simple: he didn’t want to disturb their little world.
After all, calling on the phone isn’t troubleso; if needed, they can always be summoned.
Sumr Sutton was simring porridge, millet porridge, mixed with red dates and goji berries found in the kitchen.
A nourishing, health-supporting porridge.
She was so focused and busy that she didn’t even notice Adrian Walyon behind her.
This side of her made Adrian Walyon breathe a sigh of relief.
Standing at the door, Adrian quietly watched her.
Sumr Sutton was still wearing ho clothes, casually topped with a jacket.
Suddenly Adrian found his earlier tension sowhat amusing.
How could soone like her possibly leave?
Fully reassured, Adrian slowly walked over to her.
After Sumr Sutton turned on the heat and let the porridge cook, she didn’t bother with it.
At this mont, she was frying a kind of pancake, one she had introduced Adrian Walyon to earlier in River City.
"Are you going to let taste sothing from your hotown?" Adrian Walyon embraced her from behind, speaking cheekily.
Sumr Sutton was not doing it for him.
It was simply because she wanted to eat them herself.
"Mr. Walyon, could you please leave? You’re getting in my way!" Sumr Sutton nudged him aside and continued her work.
"I can help you taste if the flavor is good." Adrian stood by, explaining the significance of his presence in the kitchen.
"No need." Sumr Sutton didn’t even turn her head.
"I can stay here with you, so you won’t feel bored with soone to chat with." Adrian continued.
"No need." Sumr Sutton still didn’t look at him.
Adrian Walyon touched his nose, shrugged helplessly, and walked out.
The kitchen was filled with a delightful aroma.
Adrian Walyon, unable to resist being tempted by the sll, went back in after only five minutes outside.
Sumr Sutton was busy with breakfast, placing freshly fried pancakes to the side.
Small, individual, with crispy golden brown crusts.
Once inside, Adrian Walyon grabbed chopsticks and tried one, found it quite good, and took another.
After Sumr Sutton finished cooking the porridge and turned around, the small snacks she prepared had disappeared.
Adrian Walyon had polished them off cleanly.
Sumr Sutton hadn’t intentionally cooked them for him, yet he presud so.
Sumr Sutton stared at the empty plate for a long while, her expression seed slightly stiff.
"Tastes good!" Adrian Walyon praised her.
Sumr Sutton glared at him, couldn’t help but continue cooking.
The breakfast was finally accompanied by steaming hot porridge, taking quite so ti.
By the ti they finished eating, it was past nine.
Sumr Sutton hadn’t returned to Morning Garden for a long ti, so she took a stroll in the garden after breakfast.
In the garden, post-winter, lacking the vitality of spring and sumr, the peach orchard trees had virtually shed all their leaves.
Yet, it was still possible to imagine the vibrant spring scene when flowers are in full bloom.
The entire garden remained unchanged from when Sumr Sutton was around; every grass and tree were things she and he planted together back then, through every season without any alteration except for changes brought by seasonal transitions.
After entering the garden, Sumr Sutton tidied up the tangled branches.
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