"I've already eaten. Today I'm not going out; I'll stay home and learn how to cook from you, Butler Santana," Jasmine Yale said with a smile.
"Cooking? Let's skip that. Learning after the baby arrives won't be too late."
"I want to start with something simple, like how to fry tofu?" Jasmine asked curiously, "Every time I try, either it's undercooked or burnt. It's never smooth, delicious, or successful."
"The simpler the dish looks, the harder it is to make. Frying tofu is quite difficult; you must control the heat. If you want to eat it, let me make it for you."
"Okay." Jasmine felt a bit discouraged.
"Miss Yale, your desserts are delicious. Just stick to making those and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I won't abandon you and the baby."
"You definitely won't, Butler Santana. You're the best," Jasmine said, her eyes twinkling with a smile.
She increasingly felt that Sylvan Cheney had a good eye. The people he chose were all loyal and devoted.
