Chapter 136 Evident Match-making


    Marshall was off duty on time in the afternoon and directly drove to the old house.


    He stopped in the parking lot and slowly went towards the central house.


    He found there were people’s figures in front of the house before he arrived.


    What surprised he was that ra was not leaving.


    Mrs. Grant and ra were sitting on the armchairs in front of the door, with a little table set by the


    servants ahead.


    There were flower tea, fruits and desserts on the table.


    Not knowing what they were talking about, Marshall found his mother suddenly burst outughing,


    joyfully as flower under sunshine.


    She was far different from the woman who swept her tears yesterday.


    Marshall went forward and said, “Mom.”


    Mrs. Grant suddenly stood up when she found her son was here, saying, “You’re back. So early today. I


    thought you would be hometer.”


    ra also stood up.


    Marshall nodded at her to show his greeting.


    ra chuckled in a sweet smile.


    Mrs. Grant took his hand and said, “Come on. Let’s get in. You must be exhausted. Dinner will soon


    begin.”


    Old Mrs. Grant was not in the room. Marshall looked around and asked, “Where is grandmother?”


    “Well, your grandmother. She went to attend the party held by the Howard family. It seems she will


    arrive homete tonight.”


    Old Mrs. Grant was in a good rtion with olddy in the Howard family and they usually gathered


    together.


    Marshall nodded.


    Mrs. Grant stood up and waved at ra. Thetter hurriedly came.


    ra hurriedly came.


    Mrs. Grant smiled, “She has been apanying me for a whole day. You’re always busy and I am so


    boring at home. I don’t know how to spend time if ra doesn’t call me when she is free.”


    Marshall turned around, looked at ra and thanked her.


    ra curled up her lip and said, “I get along well with Auntie and like to spend time with her.”


    Marshall looked at her up and down and turned to look other ces.


    Mrs. Grant thought for a while and said, “Well. Let’s call the servants to serve the dishes. Actually, we


    have prepared for dinner before you came. ra is the chef. Let’s try how good she is at cooking.”


    After saying this, she took Marshall and went to the restaurant.


    Marshall didn’t like the way of his mother’s evident match-making, however, he thought it was not so


    bad.


    Mrs. Grant had always been treating ra nicely before he got divorced with Katherine.


    Others wouldn’t suspect her if her attitude remained the same.


    Marshall got in the restaurant and sat on his ce.


    Mrs. Grant then went back, took ra’s hand and took her to the seat opposite to her son.


    ra showed a smile, gentle and mild. Her family educated her really well. She was ady who knew


    how to behave herself in different situations.


    The servants slowly took the dishes here.


    Mrs. Grant pointed at food in the pot and exined, “It took her more than two hours to cook this dish.


    It was a great deal of time for the fishbones to melt. Well, and this, her speciality. And that, that’s a


    reallyplex dish. She has to use water for soaking and has to clean everything in it. It won’t take


    long to stir, but the prepared procedures. It’s tooplex.”


    Marshall stared at dishes on the table and remained silent.


    ra said, “Let’s begin. I can help you to fill the bowl.”


    Afterwards, she got up and took Marshall’s bowl.


    Marshall was a bit vignt, however, after frowning for a while, he gradually rxed.


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    Nobody spoke when they were having dinner.


    The Henderson also had a strict family rule of not allowing randomly talking during eating time. It was


    quite like the Grant family.


    The atmosphere was simr with thousands of times before with no noise and people had their meals


    silently without interrupting each other.


    Marshall didn’t have a good appetite tonight. He managed with an effort to finish his meal, then put


    down the chopsticks and said, “You can have your meals. I have to go upstairs to tidy my things and


    bring them away.”


    Mrs. Grant looked at him and said, “You finished your meal really quickly. It took ra a great effort to


    prepare. Have some more.”


    ra hurriedly said, “Never mind. Maybe it doesn’t suit his appetite. I can cook more kinds of dishes. I


    can cook them for you next time.”


    Marshall nced at her, turned around and got out of the restaurant.