The young group of people praised the dishes that Rosalynn had cooked.

Hutton declared proudly, “Don't you know who the chef is? Rosalynn cooked all of these dishes, and they're just as delicious as those made by a famous chef. You should thank me for giving you the opportunity to enjoy them."

"Yes, it's incredibly delicious. We'll become food connoisseurs because of you."

“That's right. What if I become a picky eater now? Rosalynn, are you open to part-time cooking? Let me know your rates."

A few young men chimed in.

Hutton tapped the table and warned, “Don't even try to get close to her. She's not that idle."

The group of friends continued to express their gratitude and admiration for Rosalynn's culinary skills.

Seeing them having fun, joking, and enjoying the meal, Rosalynn felt a sense of relief and relaxation.

Hutton and the others were drinking, while Maggie and Rosalynn stuck to non-alcoholic beverages

Observing Karl taking care of Maggie while engaging in conversations with the rest, Rosalynn formed a deeper impression of him.

This man seemed nice.

After dinner, Rosalynn and Maggie were going to leave.

"Maggie, feel free to ask me if you have any questions regarding your studies," Karl offered. His face turned red from the drinks.

“Hey, ease up on the booze," Maggie said gently.

“Sure thing." Karl chuckled, triggering another burst of Laughter.

After bidding farewell to the others, Rosalynn and Hutton hopped into the car, ready to drop Maggie off at home.

"So, Maggie, spill the beans. Is Karl a nice guy?" Rosalynn asked, flashing a smile.

Maggie nodded, her head bobbing.

“Absolutely. He's like a brother to me."

He was Like a brother?

So she didn't have any romantic feelings for him.

But when it came to matters of the heart, who could tell?