Anna Linden's temper was rather frightening, and he was a little scared of her, so he usually did his best to avoid her.
Returning with the congee, Caleb Summers said smugly, "The congee your family's cook made is actually pretty good."
Ian looked at him and said, "The rest was for Dad and me."
'There wasn't much to begin with!'
'We might have even wanted to have it tonight!'
'After all, we don't even know when Anne Sutton will get home.'
'And now he's started eating it!'
Caleb Summers said, "I'm just having a little. We'll just have the housekeeper make more later! Can't I even have a little congee?"
'Nathan Fawcett is really getting more and more unreasonable!'
'Now he won't even let me have some congee!'
"Is it good?" Nathan Fawcett asked, his expression dark.
Caleb Summers nodded. "Mhm."
Nathan Fawcett looked at the man, knowing Caleb Summers was a foodie...
'He's very particular about what he eats!'
