In the evening, Butler Santana returned from outside.
For fear of disturbing the young couple, she had stayed outside chatting with some older ladies for quite a while.
In the kitchen, Sylvan Cheney rolled up his sleeves to help Butler Santana with the cooking.
Jasmine Yale washed small tomatoes, occasionally feeding one to Sylvan and Butler Santana.
Butler Santana was in an exceptionally good mood, as if she hadn't been this happy in a long time. She cheerfully said, "Well, CEO Cheney, feel free to come over often, I can cook for you two."
"Sure," Sylvan replied.
Jasmine was also in a good mood, occasionally helping out.
However, her cooking wasn't particularly good, so she didn't interfere.
"It's been a long time since the house was this lively, or since anyone new visited," Butler Santana sighed, "CEO Cheney, Jasmine really likes you, you should treat her well."
"Butler Santana..." Jasmine playfully chided, "He knows."
"I will," Sylvan responded solemnly.
