Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3187 Were We Arguing? Aunt Neile's grandchild enjoyed her home-cooked meals, so Aunt Neile was even more willing to collect recipes for cooking.

This way, whenever she had free time, she could cook for her grandson and receive his praises. Aunt Neile would feel happy as well.

"Alright, letexplain in detail so you can remember," said Luca. As she cooked, she explained to Aunt Neile how she made the dishes.

After finishing the spicy tacos, she began preparing the non-spicy ones.

Aunt Nelle said, "I'll take note of this too. My daughter-in-law isn't from A City. She prefers spicy food. If I learn to make this, I can cook it for her too." "Okay, I'll tell you all about it," explained Luca as she cooked, demonstrating the best ingredients to use.

All of this was from her previous research. Back then, while studying abroad, she sometimes worked part-tin restaurants. She would pick up sskills while helping out in the kitchen.

Then, based on recipes she learned, she developed her own.

Her friend, Jean, was also studying abroad at the tand tried it. He praised her tacos endlessly, so she made sure to jot down the recipe.

Luca suddenly thought of Jean and then of Nina. Before long, Nina would be getting married.

She probably had not invited Anna and Jean, but would they want to go? If there were any benefits, Anna and Jean would definitely be willing to go. After all, establishing a relationship with the Mallory family would give them a boost in reputation.

However, Percy and Nina definitely would not welcthem, nor would they give them a warm reception. Since there was no warm reception and no benefits to gain, they surely would not go.

Luca heaved a sigh at the thought of this.

Seeing through someone's true nature was not always a blessing because everything that person did after would start to seem malicious.

Still, at the stime, she did not feel like there was anything wrong with her thoughts.

"Ms. Craw, what's wrong?" Aunt Neile glanced at the pot, thinking she might have burned something, but the stew was fine. Why was she sighing? "Nothing, something crossed my mind." Luca shook her head.

Aunt Neile thought she might be thinking about the past. She had heard that Luca's family was all abroad. Was she homesick? After all, Luca could not have known how to cook from the start. Someone must have taught her. Perhaps it was her mother? "Are you missing home?" asked Aunt Neile.

Luca blinked her eyes and shot her a glance. "Aunt Neile, what makes you think so?" "I saw you sighing, and I thought you might be missing your mother. Did she teach you all this?" Aunt Neile asked again, not thinking it was prying. It was just casual conversation.

Luca shook her head. "No, I learned this myself." She knew how to cook, but it had nothing to do with her mother.

She had learned it all on her own.

After all, she was swapped by Allison when she was born, so there was no way she could enjoy maternal love. Even later on, because of various things Allison did, she had to share even the paternal love she originally had.

Therefore, knowing how to cook had nothing to do with her mother. She even felt her culinary skills were better than Queenie's.

However, she enjoyed the dishes Queenie cooked. It was because they reminded her of a mother's home-cooked meal.

When Aunt Neile learned that Luca was self-taught, she could not help but exclaim, "It's said that children who grow up abroad are particularly independent, and they don't rely on their parents. Learning to cook on your own is really impressive..." Luca did not know how to respond to Aunt Neile's words, so she just smiled without saying anything.

"It's almost ready, Aunt Neile. Could you assemble the tacos and serve them?" said Luca.

"Alright." Aunt Neile nodded. Se began to prepare swiftly.

She glanced at the time. It was already 12:10 pm, and it was tto have lunch.

"Lanie, Rainie, Tommy, wash your hands. Get ready for lunch," Luca called out to the children before heading upstairs.

She arrived at the bedroom door on the second floor and knocked on the door. After a while, the tightly closed door was opened, and Luke stepped out.

"Let's eat first. You guys can discuss after," suggested Luca. Even though Gale and Rain were Luke's subordinates, they were also guests.

No matter how important the matter was, it would not be right to let them continue working on an empty stomach.

Luke was not the type of boss who only made his subordinates work. He nodded and said to the people inside the bedroom, "Let's go downstairs and have lunch first." "Okay." Gale and Rain followed out.

Gordan was the last to cout. He asked, "Luca, did you prepare spicy tacos?" "Yes, I made a variety. There are spicy tacos too." Luca nodded.

"Great!" Gordan gave Luca a thumbs-up.

He had to admit that Luke's wife was really thoughtful. She specifically catered to both kids and adults just because they were here.

Gale rolled his eyes at him. "Just having food to eat is good enough. You're even picky about flavors? Even without spicy tacos, you'll definitely eat the most later." "You always have something to say. Don't you like spicy food too? I know you can't live without spicy food!" retorted Gordan.

Gale used to have the taste preferences of a Russian, but after coming to A City, he becsomeone who enjoyed spicy food.

Even though he did not insist on having it all the time, he would definitely choose it when there was a choice.

"I do, but anything Dr. Craw makes tastes good," Gale said confidently.

"Are you not afraid of getting into trouble with the boss by saying that?" teased Gordan.

"Cut it out, Gordan. I've noticed that since no one else argues with in you you've becaddicted to arguing with me, huh?" Gale scoffed at Gordan as he made his way down the stairs. After coming downstairs, Gale and Gordan did not speak much.

They felt it was too embarrassing for two grown men to argue in front of children, so all the arguing ceased we the moment they reached downstairs. In any case, they had to maintain a dignified image in front of the children. Tommy glanced at Gale and then at Gordan. He asked, "Mr. Gale and Mr. Gordan, why aren't you arguing anymore?" "We weren't arguing. Were we, Gordan?" Gale asked seriously and looked at Gordan, who had been arguing with him just now.

"No, we weren't." Gordan shook his head.

"You clearly were." Lanie looked at the two adults who were pretending and put on an expression of disdain on his face.

The second floor was not far from the first floor. Did they really think the kids could not hear them just because they were kids? "It wasn't an argument." Gale shook his head.

"But you two were just teasing each other like you were about to fight." Tommy frowned. Was that not considered an argument? What else would they call it? Gordan and Gale were rendered speechless...