Chapter 342

In the dining room, Valeria looked at the bowl of bolognese pasta set down in front of her. She was a little surprised, then glanced at Martha sitting across the table. Avery laughed softly from the side. "Mrs. Grant Sr. heard you were coming for lunch today and rushed to prepare food you'd like. She made this bowl of pasta herself. She cooked the tomato omelette herself too." Mallory said, "I haven't had Mom's pasta in so long. She hasn't stepped into the kitchen for ages. When she finished this morning, I took a little taste. The seasoning is just right." "Valeria, you should feel at home in this house," Martha added with a gentle smile. "The pasta had been sitting out for a while, so they clumped together, but they're still warm." Nicholas added, "Just take a few bites. If you can't finish, leave it in the bowl. She hasn't cooked in so many years. How could the pasta taste good?" Under the table, Martha kicked him with her good foot. "It's not for you. If you wanted to eat, I'd