The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 232: You Can Change How You Address Me Now
Leo had already set the delicious dishes on the table, and the meal was particularly plentiful.
When Holly and Rose arrived at the dining room, Leo had already served the rice, looking just like a "devoted husband and loving father."
"The flavors are pretty good, it seems my plan to mooch off meals here is going well."
It’s undeniable that Leo’s cooking skills are improving every day, the taste of the dishes is indeed much better than it was before, and Rose could tell just by smelling them.
"Auntie hasn’t eaten yet."
Leo pursed his lips, speaking a bit bashfully.
Rose: "My nose is sensitive."
Maybe it’s because they’re mother and daughter, both have very keen senses of smell, especially when it comes to food.
"Hey, by the way, don’t call me Auntie from now on."
Rose sat down and picked up her chopsticks, speaking casually and calmly.
Leo was slightly taken aback, glancing up at Rose, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"From now on, just call me Mom."
Pausing for a moment, Rose spoke carelessly.
Mom?
Leo was stunned, looking at Rose in disbelief. So soon, she wanted him to change how he addressed her?
At first, he thought Rose was dissatisfied with him. He didn’t expect that she wanted him to change what he called her, which was indeed a pleasant surprise.
Holly glanced at Rose, silent.
She always feels that there’s something odd about Rose, but she can’t quite pinpoint what it is.
Call her sick, but she looks so healthy, with no appearance of illness?
Call her brain-disabled, yet each word and phrase seems perfectly normal.
"Mom."
Leo called out happily.
Rose: "Hey."
Holly: "..."
Suddenly, Holly felt a bit redundant.
"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered seeing a ’Holly’s Dessert Shop’ on the way here today. The decor was nice, and the things were good. Is it..."
Rose suddenly asked, her gaze shifting between Holly and Leo, stopping halfway through the sentence.
She felt quite nostalgic seeing the name and walked in, unexpectedly finding the decor exquisite and beautiful. The pastries inside were mainly white peach oolong flavored.
It’s Holly’s favorite flavor.
"Leo got it for me, it’s nice, isn’t it?"
Holly blinked gently, hiding a sense of amusement in her eyes.
In front of others, Holly always used Leo’s full name or called him Leo, rather than calling him brother.
The title brother was only used in private, not necessary to display in front of others.
"Good fellows, this display of affection."
Rose sighed.
She was particularly glad her daughter was lucky enough to meet such a good man.
Unlike herself, who couldn’t see through people clearly and never experienced that sense of being loved.
"Mom, here’s a card for you, you can take whatever you like from the dessert shop without paying. I plan to expand the dessert shop to other cities, so eventually, every city will have one."
Leo suddenly left the table and returned with a card in hand, bearing the dessert shop’s logo.
Each city’s shop was already under renovation, and gradually, this dessert shop would open in many places.
His love for Holly was never just words; he showed it through his actions.
"That’s great."
Rose said, looking at Leo with increased satisfaction.
Leo was truly good, the more she looked at him, the more pleasing he seemed, at least that’s how Rose felt.
Holly smiled from ear to ear.
"I was afraid you’d follow in my footsteps, but I didn’t expect you to be so lucky."
After the meal, Leo went to do the dishes, while Holly and Rose watched TV in the living room as Rose spoke softly.
There’s a saying that goes like this: Like mother, like daughter.
She was really a little scared.
From a young age, she constantly nurtured Holly to be independent, teaching her how to earn a living, and instructing her on human relations and social norms.
If she could, she would also like to spoil her daughter into being a princess— a pure and cute, whimsical princess.
But a simple princess is the easiest to deceive, the easiest to be led away by others, so she bore the heartache and watched Holly gradually become independent.
She was spoiled by her father as a child, reaching out for clothes and opening her mouth for food, without understanding much about social norms.
At that time, she was naive; it was perfectly normal to be deceived. Initially, when Miles Miller treated her well, she believed it was really well and foolishly married him.
So she worked hard, from childhood, to ensure Holly wouldn’t be too naive.
By nurturing independence, she wouldn’t be overly dependent, wouldn’t be foolishly led by others just because they take good care of her.
By nurturing life skills, she wouldn’t be too touched by a warm meal from others.
By nurturing earning skills, she wouldn’t blindly follow someone just because they have money, nor would she be too obsessed with money.
Nurture...
Lots and lots.
She watched Holly step by step up onto the path she hoped for.
Fortunately, her daughter is smart, has a good eye, and was able to meet such a good man like Leo.
"My taste is naturally better than yours."
Holly sprawled on the sofa, assuming a boss-like stance as she spoke slowly.
Rose: "Tsk."
"By the way, you’ve never tasted my cooking, right? I’ll cook for you next time."
Rose suddenly remembered, speaking gently and letting her eyes fall warmly on Holly.
"No no, I’d rather cook for you."
Holly crossed her hands, making an X gesture, showing her refusal.
Rose cooking?
Better not.
She’s afraid the kitchen would vanish in an instant.
Though she isn’t short of money, it’s still not blown in by the wind, no need for such waste.
"I can cook."
Rose emphasized, feeling very satisfied with Holly’s reaction, a faint smile lingering at her mouth.
"Come on, don’t blow up my kitchen, money isn’t blown in by the wind."
Holly waved her hand, giving Rose a look as she spoke slowly.
Rose laughed, slowly revealing the truth as she watched Holly’s shocked expression, her laughter becoming even more boisterous.
"Damn it, you Sawyer..."
Holly burst into anger, grabbed a pillow beside her, and threw it at Rose.
Honestly, she was really, really angry.
Betraying her feelings, deceiving her innocent heart, she felt infinitely hurt.
The mother and daughter quickly began a playful fight, pillows tossed everywhere in the living room.
Rose’s methods were, in reality, incredibly smart.
Holly was beautiful from a young age, like a porcelain doll, attracting others’ affection.
Many people liked Holly, and among her peers, no matter how touching their gestures, Holly didn’t really feel moved.
Because at that young age, their values differed, and those young boys seemed a bit childish in Holly’s eyes.
