"By the way, what do we have for breakfast?" Barbara asked awkwardly.

Philip's heart tingled knowing that she was shy. After putting the glass on the table, he sat next to Barbara. "Are you hungry?"

Barbara swallowed hard. Philip's tone was too teasing.

"Not really. It's just that there are no servants here, and I've never cooked before. If we want to prepare breakfast, shouldn't we start cooking earlier?"

"So, you want to cook for me?"

Barbara looked around, trying to suppress her nervousness. ...