“Rosalynn made this porridge because she knew you might not feel like eating. It's easy on the stomach."

At that, Deanna glanced at Rosalynn, who sat in quiet attentiveness. Somewhat awkwardly, Deanna murmured, “Thank you."

Rosalynn seemed to be slowly changing her opinion

"You're welcome. Give it a try," Rosalynn said.

Deanna nodded and took a spoonful of porridge.

The smooth consistency, paired with the tangy and flavorful pickles, seemed to kickstart her appetite.

Deanna's eyes brightened as she realized Rosalynn was an excellent cook.

There's a saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Had Rosalynn captured her brother's heart with her culinary skills? Deanna Looked up and studied the couple. Recalling Rosalynn's evident combat skills, she couldn't help but arch her brows.

“Brian, does she beat you up often?"

Brian had just finished his breakfast. At her question, he paused “Beaten? By whom?"

“Your wild wife," Deanna said.

After a brief pause, Brian burst into Laughter.

Deanna smirked.

"I think you've developed a masochistic streak, so even if she did beat you up, you'd probably enjoy it, wouldn't you?"

Brian arched an eyebrow and glanced at Rosalynn, who seemed entertained by the conversation.

Rosalynn found it amusing and nodded.

“Deanna, you make an interesting point."

Deanna's eyes widened in disbelief.

"So, you actually have beaten him?"

Rosalynn responded, “I only take such measures with jerks. Ask your brother, does he qualify?”

Brian glanced at Rosalynn, saying nothing.

However, it seemed that there was a slight change in his countenance.