Jennifer fell silent once more. She looked at Titus, meeting his stern, unyielding gaze. When their eyes met, his tone sharpened.
“What? You won’t listen to me now? Or are you unwilling to help me check whether the food is fresh?”
Jennifer glanced at the fruit and snacks and replied respectfully, “Young Master, anything from President Ormond’s household is absolutely fresh, and the snacks are certainly delicious.”
Anyone who knew President Ormond understood how picky his palate was. Food served in his home was guaranteed to be both fresh and exquisite.
Caleb added, “We even have several refrigerators at home. My mom has her own exclusive fridge. The food she eats is specially prepared—we don’t eat the same things.”
That was the truth.
The dishes his father prepared for his mother were always refined—fragrant, flavorful, and never repetitive. What the rest of them ate was more casual home-style food. The ingredients were still fresh, but not prepared with the same level of care.
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