Her actions were driven by fear that Brian might face blame from Calvert.

How ungrateful of her!

It seemed that women always came to their husbands’ defense.

Calvert glared at her, pointing an accusatory finger.

In response, Rosalynn swiftly retreated with a flattering smile, withdrawing her head.

Calvert shifted his attention away from her and instructed Brian, “Why are you still standing there? Go and lend her a hand. Don't let your wife tire herself out."

"I'LL go right away," Brian replied with a smile, striding to the kitchen.

Upon entering, Rosalynn cast a quick glance at him and remarked, “Let me take a look. You don't seem so nervous that you're breaking a sweat."

Brian smiled in return and quipped, "That's because I know you'll have my back."

Rosalynn glanced at him, her tone firm.

"No, I won't. Go and wash the vegetables!"

“Yes, ma'am!" Brian briskly responded, grabbing a potato from the sink and inspecting it closely.

“Are you planning to make shredded potatoes today? Well, I happen to be quite skilled at slicing them," he remarked, leaving Rosalynn speechless.

Could he truly be adept at it?

She vividly remembered how he had squandered half of a potato during their first cooking attempt together at her place.

“Honey, are you absolutely certain about your slicing skills? Do you realize how much I wanted to kick you out of the kitchen when you tried helping me cook at my house?" she questioned, her skepticism evident.

Brian rolled up his sleeves, turned on the water tap, and proceeded to wash the potato.

“I need more practice, I admit. But think about the breakfast I prepared for you. What else could pose a challenge for me?" he confidently asserted.

He stood tall and indeed looked confident with his skills.

Rosalynn smiled mischievously and remarked, "Don't boast too much, or I would take over cooking duties, okay?"

Brian arched his dashing eyebrows, playfully responding, “Honey, why do I get the feeling you're bossing me around?”

“Don't you like it?" she teased.