"I can't." Kate put down the recipe and said seriously, "You might get food poisoning."
Kate's expression was too serious. Summer could hardly doubt that Kate was lying.
Summer paused and asked her, "What will Rosie eat?"
"I won't cook her food," Kate said coldly. She then got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Since Summer did not plan to leave for the time being, and Kate did not know how to cook, she
followed Kate to the kitchen.
Kate happened to open the refrigerator and heard the sound behind her. She asked Summer, "What
are you doing here?"
Summer did not say that she was going to cook. She just said, "I'm helping you."
Kate took out several food ingredients from the fridge, "Wash and cut these."
Summer looked at her quietly and followed the instruction.
Summer cooked a lot, and was good at cutting. She cut very quickly.
Kate's eyes flashed with admiration.
When Summer finished cutting, Kate added, "Since you are done cutting, why don't you cook them?"
Summer was speechless.
What Kate and Leonardo had in common was their tyrannical personality.
She didn't know why Leonardo entrusted Rosie to Kate, but since he had done so, there must be a
reason.
Although she still felt a little disgusted with Kate, she didn't show it.
While Summer was cooking, Kate was standing beside her and bossing around.
"Less green onion!"
"More carrot..."
"Less water."
"I don't eat spicy food..."
Summer finished cooking with a cold face.
In the end, Summer ignored Kate when they were eating.
Kate tasted every dish. Then, she put down the chopsticks and looked up at Summer, "Leonardo likes
your dishes very much, right?"
Summer acquiesced with silence.
"It tastes similar to my mother's cooking." Kate took a deep breath as if she remembered something
and added, "It's delicious."
Summer looked at Kate in astonishment.
She had always known that Leonardo liked the food she cooked, and she had confidence in her
cooking.
However, she had never heard from Leonardo that her cooking was similar to his mother's.
Kate leaned against in the chair and said with complicated emotions, "I haven't eaten home-cooked
food for many years."
She was the young lady of the Emerson family. When she lived at home, there was a chef cooking for
her. The food cooked was flawless.
When she worked, an assistant would order dishes from fancy restaurants for her.
She had always lived an exquisite and elegant life. Her identity was something that everyone envied.
Summer did not know why Kate said these. She lowered her head and ate silently. After eating, she
went back to the kitchen to check the porridge she cooked for Rosie.
Kate had told her that Rosie's appetite was not very good and she was very picky about food.
Sometimes, her mood would decide whether or not she would eat.
Summer got a bowl of porridge and went upstairs for Rosie.
She opened the door and walked in. She said softly, "Rosie? It's time for dinner!"
Rosie did not react at all. She neither looked at her nor spoke.
Summer felt extremely upset seeing her like this, but the most important thing right now was to coax
Rosie to eat.
She put the porridge on the small table and walked over to pick Rosie up.
"Rosie, go eat with mom, okay?" Summer asked Rosie.
However, Rosie still did not react.
Summer pursed her lips and reached out to hug her.
Rosie didn't react at first, but then she struggled and cried out with resistance.
Summer hugged her tightly, "It is ok, Rosie, it's mom ... I'm mom..."
Rosie's gradually stopped struggling, but she was still restless.
Summer carried her to the chair with great difficulty. However, as soon as Rosie sat down, she lowered
her head and fiddled with a rope.
Summer scooped up a spoonful of porridge and placed it to Rosie's mouth. But she didn't even look at
it.
No matter how hard Summer tried to coax her, Rosie looked like she was immersed in her own world.
Summer put the spoon back into the bowl and turned around. She covered her chest and bit her lips
hard.
She felt a heart-wrenching pain when seeing Rosie like this.
Suddenly, she heard a weak and crisp sound coming from behind her.
She turned around and saw Rosie eating the porridge with the spoon.
Summer's face flashed with joys. Before she could say anything, Rosie looked at her vigilantly and
immediately threw the spoon away.
Summer was dumbfounded. She hesitated for a moment and then stood up and walked out.
After she went out, she left the door ajar so she could see what was happening inside.
About ten minutes after she left, she saw Rosie looking around for something as if she remembered
something.
After that, she stared at the porridge in front of her for a while and reached out to grab the spoon to eat.
Rosie used to behave well when she ate, and it didn't change.
Summer looked at her for a while, but she couldn't bear it anymore because her heart was so bitter.
She moved aside and leaned against the wall.
She did not expect Stanley to be so ruthless towards Rosie.
Rosie was so young. She was alone in her room during the fire, and then she was put downstairs from
the third floor by Leonardo...
How terrifying was it for a three-and-a-half year old child?
But where was she?
Self-blame and guilt grew like weeds in her heart.
Kate's voice suddenly sounded, "You feel guilty."
What she said was declarative. She could tell what Summer was thinking.
Summer did not look at Kate. She did not want to talk to her at the moment.
Kate walked up to her and said slowly, "You don't have to blame yourself. Many things are not under
your control. Compared to your biological mother and my father, you are a good parent."
Summer raised her head and refuted, "The standard of a good mother is not that low."
Kate frowned, "You stubborn woman."
Summer turned her face away.
"Whatever you think." Kate walked to the door and looked inside. She said, "Rosie seldom eats the
food sent over, but she seems to like the porridge you brought. She has finished it."
Summer discovered that Kate was indeed different now.
She stared at Kate and asked a question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time, "Why did
you come back?"
Kate stared at her for a while, then suddenly grabbed her own hair and tugged at it...
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