Waylon was a bit picky about food, and he never ate stale foods, so Miss Thompson would only buy the ingredients the morning before she came. If she had other needs, she needed to call her in advance.

Alena put down the cup and smiled gratefully at her, "Miss Thompson, you have worked so hard. You don't need to prepare dinner. Let me do it."

Miss Thompson quickly waved her hand and refused. Of course, she had to do her due duty with such a generous salary.

Halfway through the conversation, she stopped again and suddenly realized something, "Ms. Alena wants to cook for Mr. Waylon herself?"

Alena pursed her...