Tiffany flatly denied, “I’m not worried. It’s a roast, get it? A roast! Speaking of, what happened to that desert you made? I’ve heard that Mark nearly lost his life after consuming it. And that he’s even had to go to the hospital for an IV?”
Arianne felt depressed at the very mention of this matter, “No improvements. If I could make the exterior of the desert look good, that would already be an achievement, but it just won’t taste good. Not even Rice Ball wants to eat it. Now, every time anyone at home sees me in the kitchen, they tremble with fear. I’m so worried.”
Tiffany burst into laughter but did not go overboard with teasing her. She stopped at just the right time, “Ari, would you like to come look at houses with me? My mother wants to move, and I’m afraid that she might nitpick. Come and help me convince her so that once it’s nearly done, we can just decide. At least, I won’t have to deal with her walking around the entire day and still feeling unsatisfied.”
Arianne agreed. She didn’t have anything else to do anyway.
Once they met up again, Tiffany pulled Arianne aside and softly told her, “My mom is definitely going to look at villas. You’ve been living in the Tremont Estate for many years, so you must have an eye. Let’s just persuade her and get this over with. As long as the house is bearable and the price isn’t more than a million dollars, we can take it. I don’t have enough patience to spend an entire day with my mom, looking for houses. It’s too torturous. Let’s just agree on that.”
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