“Phillip, if you want to eat anything, just tell me. I can have Austin make it for you.”

Isabella opened the box of pastries and placed it in the center of the table so Tati could try some as well. She remembered that Tati loved the pastries Austin made. As for Louis calling Austin her personal chef, Isabella did not correct him, because it was the truth.

The family benefited from her picky taste and had the privilege of enjoying all sorts of delicious food. She often changed chefs, and every chef she hired was a top expert in the industry. As others put it, even the simplest omelet prepared by a chef from the O'Connor family tasted better than those cooked by others.

“I want to eat everything! I love all the dishes Austin makes, and I also love buns and pastries.”

“Isa, I want ravioli. Can Austin make us ravioli this time?” Not wanting to be left out, Louis made a request of his own after Phillip made one.

Austin laughed. “No problem. This Saturday, I’ll make ravioli for you. I’