Charlotte Green could fully imagine Mr. Turner's blushing face outside, and she also knew that the unforgettable taste Mrs. Turner spoke of was not actually about how burnt the porridge tasted, but rather... the taste of happiness.
The taste of happiness, she had tasted it, and it was very good. A man favored by the heavens, a man she never thought would cook, had once cooked for her four years ago, and not just once...
Back then in Z Country, he was so particular about even eating breakfast, rinsing his mouth with water before the meal, and throughout the breakfast, the housekeeper and servants would stand by, ready to wait on him. Who could imagine that in M Country he would be so utterly different?
There were no well-trained housekeepers or servants, only a group of subordinates moving freely around him, everything had to be done by himself.
