Henry's mom looked back and saw Henry Sullivan coming over, and she awkwardly cleared her throat.
"Why don't you go chat with your dad for a while."
"What do I have to chat about with him," Henry Sullivan walked to Ivy Miller's side and looked at his mom: "But you, why are you leaving a woman who can't cook in the kitchen?"
Henry's mom looked at Ivy Miller: "You can't cook?"
Ivy Miller felt a bit guilty: "I can... a little."
She lamented in her heart, Uncle, are you here to rescue me or to stab me again?
"How is a little enough? Henry is always very tired working in the army every day.
If he comes home and can't even get a hot meal, then you really have no purpose for being here."
Henry Sullivan hated hearing his mother say this: "Enough, Mom, stop talking nonsense."
"How is this nonsense? It's very real.
How can a daughter-in-law of the Sullivan family be so weak."
"Even if I can't afford a maid, I would cook myself.
Who says a woman is married to cook for her husband.
