Our Family Tradition

Jovannie put the lunch boxes in front of Luke, saying, "Go ahead and eat." Luke looked at her opening the lunchbox one by one and murmuring. "See if you like them." "Okay," said Luke. "Thank you for making all these," Alberto reported to him that she had been busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Slightly embarrassed, she relented, "It's not as delicious as the chef's cooking though." Luke tasted it and praised, "You're wrong. It's very nice." "Glad to hear that." Hearing Luke's compliment, she smiled joyfully, sweetness surging inside her. At this moment, Luke saw the band-aid on her finger and frowned, his expression looming. "What happened?" he immediately grabbed her hand and demanded. Only when she saw her finger did she realize what Luke was talking about and feel a little chagrin. "I'm clumsy. I haven't cooked for a long time, so I accidentally cut myself when cooking. It's just a small cut. Don't worry." However, it did not ease his mood at all. "Let me have a look." Then, Lu