“I'm more than happy to be bossed around by you."

Outside the kitchen, Calvert stroked his mustache, a slight smirk curling his lips.

Thankfully, Brian had good taste and recognized Rosalynn as a remarkable young woman.

Inside the kitchen, after Rosalynn had prepared all the ingredients, Brian asked her to Leave.

"Go and have a chat with your grandpa. I'll showcase my culinary skills," he suggested.

Rosalynn had merely been joking with him and didn't expect him to actually cook.

She looked at him skeptically.

"Are you sure about this?"

“Honey, don't you trust me? Remember the breakfast I made this morning," Brian replied, exuding confidence.

Rosalynn wanted to mention the wasted food from their morning meal but refrained from doing so, fearing it would dampen his spirits.

“Alright then, I'll step out first. If you struggle, don't push yourself too hard. Just call me immediately," she advised.

“Don't worry. Just wait and enjoy," Brian assured, waving his hand as if signaling for no one to disturb him.

As Rosalynn approached the kitchen door, her worry lingered, prompting her to quietly stand and peek inside.

Brian was engrossed in scrolling through his phone before embarking on cooking the first dish.

She could discern that he was searching for recipes online.

Cooking wasn't his forte, yet there was an elegant grace to his posture.

Observing his tall, straight back, Rosalynn couldn't help but smile.

She wondered if he would end up wasting the ingredients today.

However, out of consideration for his earnest efforts to please her family, even if the dishes turned out poorly, she would still partake in them.

“You actually let him cook? If his dishes turn out to be inedible, I'1L hold you responsible!" Calvert's voice sounded from behind.

Rosalynn jolted in surprise, swiftly turning around and placing a hand over her chest, pouting.

"Grandpa, didn't you tell him to assist me? You must eat all the dishes, even if they taste awful."