“No need, you stay here with your sister-inw.”


    Louis nced at Esther and said in a faint voice.


    Esther blinked and her mind wandered.


    Did Louis feel sorry for her when he wouldn’t let her help in the kitchen?


    After all, a smoky ce like the kitchen is a ce where only servants stay.


    So, in Louis’ eyes, is she more noble than Violet?


    He actually cares more about himself, right?


    Esther thought to herself with a good deal of excitement.


    I don’t know, Louis won’t let her go to the kitchen, but he’s just afraid she’ll hurt his wife.


    In the kitchen, Violet rummaged through the ingredients and let Lara do the work for her, skillfully making a few home-cooked dishes and putting down another bowl of noodles at the end.


    “Lara, it’s time to eat, go get them toe down for dinner.”


    Violet spoke up as she flipped the noodle soup.


    “Okay youngdy.”


    Lara answered and went upstairs to call a few people down for dinner.


    Soon, several people came downstairs.


    “Smells good, honey, are you tired?”


    Louis strides over to Violet and takes off her apron for her.


    Violet shook her head and smiled softly, “It’s okay, I’m not that delicate.”


    It’s just cooking, it’s not a physical job.


    I think when she was pregnant with Erin and Luka, she did a lot more than she does now.


    “My wife is truly a model of virtue and virtue.”


    Louisplimented her, helped her to the dining room, and moved her chair for her as a gentleman, doting and warm.


    Across the room, Esther looked on and felt another pang of jealousy.


    But when she thought that Louis wouldn’t let her cook, she was relieved again.


    As Dolly says, Louis is good to Violet, but only because he’s a good man.


    Violet is pregnant with his pregnant son, of course he will be responsible for the end.


    In his heart, the person he actually loves the most is not Violet.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    It’s her, isn’t it?


    Thinking, Esther picked up her chopsticks and smiled, “Can we start the meal now? I’vee to taste my cousin’s wife’s cooking.”


    Violet is the servant-like existence that is here to serve her as a youngdy.


    Esther tasted a chopstick of the dish and was going to taunt her a bit.


    But Violet is really good at cooking, and her food is delicious.


    Esther’s eyes twinkled, swallowed the food in her mouth and said, “It’s not bad, but it’s still a little different than a star chef. Look at this dish, there is too much thickening. Next time you cook, you can study it again and make the food more colorful and vorful.”


    She is not going to praise Violet’s handiwork.


    These words have the ent of a mistress calling on her maid.


    When she finished, Louis’s face sank.


    His eyes nced at her coolly and his thin lips opened lightly, “So good at evaluation, you are a foodie.”


    Esther’s eyes shed and she pretended to be timid, “Cousin, did I say something wrong? I’m just treating my cousin’s wife as one of my own, that’s why I’m so outspoken.”


    Louis’ thin lips were pursed and he was about to speak when Violet held his hand.


    “Well, the suggestion made by my cousin is quite good, I will pay attention to it next time.”


    She didn’t want to get involved with Esther in general during the New Year’s Eve.


    I am afraid that Amara will be caught in the middle.


    Ignoring her is the best provocation.


    Louis met the woman’s quiet smile and did not make a sound.


    Violet smiled and gave Amara a chopstick of food.


    “Auntie, Lara said you haven’t had much appetitetely, so I made this appetizer, try it, how does it taste?”


    Amara gave her a look, her eyebrows softening.


    It is evident that Violet’s heart is atmospheric.


    No wonder the nephew’s high-spirited heart can be firmly grasped.