Ethan remained silent throughout the dinner, focused solely on the food before him.

Jenna's cooking unexpectedly suited his refined palate.

This picky young master had gone through over fifty chefs during his four years at Beverly Hills.

In the end, they'd only managed to satisfy his taste buds by hiring a Michelin three-star chef at exorbitant costs.

Yet Jenna's home-cooked meal had conquered his notoriously difficult appetite.

Grandma Blanche watched her grandson eating with rare enthusiasm, her face breaking into a pleased smile.

"What are you smiling at?" Ethan asked without looking up.

"Does Jenna's cooking meet your standards?" Grandma Blanche inquired cheerfully.

"It's passable." Ethan responded casually.

To Grandma Blanche, this lukewarm response was high praise indeed.

She enthusiastically served Jenna more food. "You've worked hard, dear. Eat more."

"Thank you, Grandma." Jenna replied sweetly.

Noticing Ethan's single-minded focus on his own plate, Grandma Blanche kicked him under the table.

"Serve your wife some food!"

Jenna quickly waved her hands. "Please don't trouble Mr. Roscente."

Ethan glanced up at his grandmother. "She has hands."

Grandma Blanche glared in frustration.

Her grandson wasn't just prideful—he was hopelessly obtuse when it came to women.

Without her intervention, he'd likely remain a bachelor forever.

"Enough nonsense! Serve your wife!" Grandma Blanche commanded.

Jenna declined again. "Really, it's unnecessary."

Grandma Blanche turned to Jenna. "From now on, don't hesitate to order him around. Don't spoil him!"

"Alright." Jenna agreed with a nod.

Ethan never did serve Jenna any food.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth. "Business at the company. I'm leaving."

"You must come home tomorrow night!" Grandma Blanche called after him.

Ethan departed without looking back.

Once the door closed, Grandma Blanche gave Jenna an apologetic look. "Forgive his manners."

Jenna smiled. "Everyone has different personalities. Marriage requires mutual understanding."

Grandma Blanche nodded approvingly. "It warms my heart to hear you say that."

"Grandma, shall we continue our meal?" Jenna served the elderly woman more dishes.

After dinner, when Grandma Blanche moved to clear the table, Jenna stopped her.

"Please rest. I'll clean up."

"But you already cooked."

"Family shouldn't stand on ceremony." Jenna insisted.

Having tidied the kitchen, Jenna returned to the living room. "Will you join me for lunch tomorrow, Grandma?"

She planned to go grocery shopping in advance.