The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 157

Summer said nothing.

Mark purposedly took notice of her annoyed expression. He smirked playfully, so much that his lips

formed a sharp curl.

She stared at him. 'Is he joking now?'

In the kitchen.

Daisy was cleaning the vegetables and stretching her sight toward the living room. 'My son-in-law, the

more I look at him, the more I am pleased!’

Summer noticed her actions while she peeled the potatoes. Puzzled, she asked, "Mom, what are you Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

doing?"

"Look at him" Daisy smiled. "Who knew that my daughter had a good eye for men!"

Summer twitched her brows. She was speechless.

"What is my son-in-law's favorite meal?"

Summer was annoyed further, "Mom, can you not?"

"Don't mind me, this is how I like it, and I love the way it sounds. You haven't told me what his favorite

meal i s, I need to prepare it." "I don't know," she replied without raising her head.

Hearing that, Daisy slowed down her actions and said, "From the looks of it, my son-in-law must be

well brought up, his parents must also be well-educated, yes?"

Summer continued peeling the potatoes and simply replied, "You can say so.”

She had no idea how Yvette treated strangers, but Yvette was undeniably not well-educated in front of

her.

As for Ronald, she was uncertain as they had not had many encounters.

Daisy tapped on Summer’s forehead.

"What attitude is this, buck up. The Valentine family i s very influential in Santabaca, they are most

certainly highly educated; I could be uttering nonsense, but I can be at ease and at least not

embarrassed, and there wouldn't be much conflict between you and Yvette."

"Mom, are you sure you want to continue with this? The potatoes are getting overcooked." Summer

intentionally tried to change the topic.

"Oh my, look at my memory, all that talking made me forget what I was supposed to do."

Daisy had prepared grilled vegetables, salad, roasted chicken, and fish fillet and began serving them.

Helplessly, Summer had wanted to stop her. 'So much for just a meal, would the table fit?'

But Daisy couldn't care less. Her only worry was Mark and her inhospitality.

She imagined the nutritious and luxury meals that the Valentines usually had. 'She had none of those,

how could she not prepare more?’

Everyone found their seats and began eating. Daisy observed Mark, afraid that the food was not up to

his standards.

Mark was graceful in his handling of the cutlery. Even his eating etiquette was elegant and pleasant.

Seated facing Daisy and taking his time on the chicken, he exclaimed, "Summer must have inherited

your cooking technique."

Daisy looked surprised. "You've eaten her cooking?"

"She had always cooked me noodles when I returned from work in the evening. It's just that...” Mark

paused and pursed his lips, "when she isn't in the right mood, she would reject my request..."

"..." 'Did he come here today to speak ill about me?'

Sure enough, Daisy frowned and scolded Summer, "I dare you to test my patience again!"

Solomon chipped in in disagreement, "She's right. Summer, you need to change."

Frustrated, Summer lifted her foot and stamped on Mark's foot.