Chapter 1871

"Woah, Aunt Susan, you're amazing. That means well get to eat both Kurt's and your cooking in the
future!"

"What's the matter? Are you losing interest in my food after eating my cooking for so long?" a certain
someone grumbled.

The girl quickly consoled, "Of course not. How can I possibly do that? My Kurt's cooking is the tastiest of
all. Come on, let's go wash up now.

She was getting more and more shameless in flaunting her relationship.

Even Susan's face was red as she watched them.

Soon, Ian and Sigrun came out as well. Sigrun was equally delighted to see the scrumptious meal.

"Oh my god, Ms. Susan, you're amazing! You've actually made so much delicious food!"

"It's nothing. They're just normal homecooked dishes." Susan quickly shook her head humbly.

However, just as she said that, the girl named Sigrun began studying the breakfast spread.

"I think Ian will like the sandwich and milk. I'll get some condensed milk for you."

With that said, she went to the refrigerator for the condensed milk.

When Susan noticed that, she took out the pot of oatmeal she had prepared earlier from the kitchen and
put it in front of Ian.

"He doesn't eat that. He prefers oatmeal. Come, Ian, eat up. These are your favorites. I've even made a
plate full of steamed buns for you."

Susan then smiled as she served the dishes.



Sigrun, who was In front of the refrigerator, froze. Then, she turned to look at the two of them.



Even Ian frowned when he saw the food. He then asked, "These are my favorites?"

Susan replied, "Yes, you loved the oatmeal I made most when we were at the University of Pollerton.
You'd even have a few bowls of it every time I make it."

Ian fell silent, and so did Sigrun.

Even Kurt and Vivian, who had just come out of the room upstairs, lowered their heads and looked at the
trio.

In the end, Ian scooped up a spoonful and ate it. However, everyone noticed that he stopped after a few
bites. Instead, he took the milk and sandwich that Sigrun had prepared for him.

The living room turned quiet.

"Ms. Susan, could it be that you've remembered it wrongly? We've been staying here with Ian for half a
year, and he has never asked me to prepare these for breakfast. He prefers milk and sandwiches,"
Sigrun questioned.

Susan did not speak.

She only looked at the young man, who was digging into his breakfast as if nothing was happening
around him, in a daze. All of a sudden, a thought entered her mind, and the feelings of remorse and
sorrow nearly suffocated her.

That's right. He never had anything he liked nor disliked. He ate anything I made for him as long as I'm
the one who made it. He has never been picky, and he always polished everything off his plate. That's



why I thought he liked it. The truth is that Ian has always been considerate of me. He's actually a picky
eater.

Susan retreated to the kitchen. For a long, long time, she never re-emerged.

"Ian, what are you doing? Aunt Susan prepared all these for you early in the morning. How can you be
so mean? Even if you don't like them, you should've eaten them!"

Vivian, who had seen the moment, furiously began lecturing her brother once she went down the stairs.

However, Sigrun did not agree with her.



"But Vivian, how is he supposed to eat it if he doesn't like It?"

"But..."

"All right, keep it. I'll eat it later."

Right as the girls were arguing, Ian, who was sitting at the side, interrupted them. After frowning and
asking them to keep the oatmeal, he went back to his room.

Vivian instantly and merrily brought the oatmeal back to the kitchen.

"Aunt Susan, you don't need to be sad anymore. I've taught Ian a lesson, and he says he'll be eating it
for lunch."

As Susan looked at the young woman who was still defending her, she felt even worse-she realized she
could not forgive herself anymore.

What have I done?



That morning, when Susan went to the supermarket, she made a call to Oceanic Estate.

"Mrs. Hayes, it's me, Susan. I'd like to ask what Ian usually likes to eat. What about Vivian? I was
thinking of cooking something for them. They said it's been a long time since they've eaten homecooked
food as they've been ordering takeout all along."

"Oh, I see. Sure, I'll tell you right away.”

Sasha was exceptionally delighted when she heard that.

Immediately, Sasha went to compile a document a few pages long about the food her children liked
before sending It to Susan.

"Darling, look at how sensible and thoughtful Susan is. The first thing she thinks about upon reaching
their place is what she can cook for them."

Sebastian was in the middle of reading the newspaper in his hands when he heard her words. He then
crossed his legs and muttered, "Is that so?"

Sasha replied, "Yes, yes. She was even asking me for a list of food they like."

Sebastian then asked, "Did the daughter from the Lightburn family not ask you for a copy?"

The Lightburn family?

The moment Sebastian asked that, Sasha froze.

Right, I've forgotten about that. Sigrun is the girl that Grandpa wants as Ian's significant other. After all,
her grandfather used to be his comrade.



Sasha had also heard that the young woman seemed like a nice person who had been getting along with
Ian.

"She didn't ask me for it, but I heard from Vivian that she apparently takes rather good care of Ian."

"I see. What are you planning to do, then?" Sebastian suddenly asked.

For families like theirs, once the boys reached adulthood and had a suitable partner, they would quickly
make their relationship official. Furthermore, Ian was already nineteen. Jonathan had been thinking
about making his relationship official for a long time.

Sasha had nothing to disagree to after hearing Sebastian's explanation.

"If both parties are fine with that—if Ian agrees to it as well-let's make it official."

Sebastian did not reply to that.




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