*
Early the next day, Joanna Lawrence got up.
After washing up, she went downstairs with Ashton Heath.
"Miss, Mr. White." The maid greeted them respectfully when she saw them.
At this moment, Madam White came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"Joanna, you're up," Madam White walked towards them, "I just finished preparing breakfast. You two quickly go to the dining room and sit down. I'll have someone bring it right out."
"Mom, why did you cook yourself?" Joanna asked, looking at Madam White's apron.
"I got up early, and there was nothing to do anyway. So I went to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast for you two. I didn't know what you liked, so I made a bit of everything. Go on and taste it, see if it suits your appetite."
Madam White rarely cooked at home.
Joanna knew this too.
So seeing Madam White getting up early to personally cook breakfast for her, she felt somewhat touched.
