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Talking about it, Lottie couldn't help but sigh.
"You’re so sensitive. What if you got married into another family and ended up getting bullied? What then?"
Even though Stella had been raised properly by the Quinn family, Lottie couldn't shake off her concern. Compared to Yvonne, Stella seemed more prone to being bullied.
And just as Lottie had anticipated, wasn’t it the folks in Portis City who had given Stella a hard time?
Stella was even more touched. "Mom."
"Now, no tears, sweetie. After you finish eating, let's have the medical team give you a thorough check-up," Lottie comforted her patiently.
She shot a hard glance at Ronald, blaming him for not properly preparing Stella. Look at how worried she had been!
Stella nodded obediently. “Okay.”
After a few more soothing words, Lottie led Stella over to the dining table. The table was laden with food by the servant, all of Stella's favorites from back in Ferrowland.
Lottie kept serving her more. "Star, I made this one myself today."
“Alright.” Stella nodded sweetly, picking up a piece of the pie with her fork and taking a bite. "Mom, your cooking is as wonderful as ever."
Who would have thought that Lottie, the no-nonsense only daughter of the Lugar family, would be such a whiz in the kitchen? And she was quite the cook too.
Stella loved the flavors her mother created.
Lottie said, "I heard that after you moved to Portis City, you developed a fondness for hot wings. I thought you might have outgrown these."
"I love them all," Stella assured her.
The food in Portis City was mostly bland and not that appealing. The only things she really liked there were the hot wings and barbecue. No matter how her taste might have evolved, the flavors of home were irreplaceable. She might have grown tired of them over time, but if she had gone too long without them, the longing would have grown stronger.
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