“Why does your outfit look familiar to me?" Calvert asked, narrowing his eyes.

Brian glanced at Rosalynn, and she quickly explained, “Grandpa, I bought that for you earlier.”

Calvert scrutinized Brian and stroked his mustache.

"I haven't worn it yet!"

He was becoming more childlike with age.

Rosalynn chuckled, saying, “I'll buy you a new one next time."

Appeased, Calvert turned to Brian.

"Rosalynn needs to brew medicine. Could you help prepare dinner?”

“Of course."

Brian agreed without hesitation and headed to the kitchen with Rosalynn.

“Honey, thank you."

Rosalynn's eyes radiated warmth.

Brian had spent the entire day cooking. Would he ever complain?

“Just remember how good I am."

Brian ruffled her hair, purposely disheveling it.

"Oh, my hair!"

Rosalynn swiftly fixed her messy hair.

Brian smiled, a tender look in his eyes, before proceeding to the kitchen to start on dinner.

In the meantime, Rosalynn prepared the necessary ingredients to concoct the man's medicine.

Night had fallen, engulfing the countryside in tranquil darkness.

Rosalynn completed brewing the medicine, stretched her back and sighed.

It had been a while since she had exerted herself this much.