"How on earth did you manage to make this?" Rosemary looked up at Romeo, "Every New Year, Grannie Grace would make them for me. They were a symbol of togetherness, of everything ending perfectly. This tastes just like hers."
It was as if they were identical.
Everyone was caught off guard by this revelation, their gazes shifting to Romeo.
Romeo explained, "A few days ago, I got in touch with the old cook from the Harris household. I asked her about the dishes that were traditionally served at Christmas and New Year dinner, and that’s how I found out what Grace used to make for you."
His eyes softened as he continued, "Before she was hospitalized, she sensed something was wrong with her health. Back then, she handwrote several recipes for the cook, all your favorites. But after she was admitted to the hospital, under Olga’s pressure, the cook was too scared to make any decent meals for you. That cookbook Grace had handwritten was tucked away. Thankfully, it wasn’t thrown
out. I managed to get my hands on that cookbook."
With that, Romeo handed Rosemary a small black notebook.
As Rosemary opened it, she saw Granny Grace’s handwriting outlining each recipe’s ingredients, measurements, and even her own preferences, detailed to a T.
Turning to the last pages, it was evident that Granny Grace’s health had been declining - her writing became shaky, but she persisted in finishing the last recipe.
She even included notes on Rosemary’s tastes, reminding whoever was cooking to add a bit more of this, a little less of that.
Rosemary’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, touched by Granny Grace’s behind-the-scenes efforts.
"This dish," Romeo said, "I made it on behalf of Grace. Her blessing for your New Year isn’t just for the past; it will be with you every year to come. You should be happy in the new year. Everyone who cares about you wants to see you doing well."
"Absolutely, Romeo’s right." Kenneth agreed, "Grace is always with us. Her love for you can’t be expressed face to face, but Romeo has conveyed it through his food."
"Romeo, you’re so thoughtful." Louisa’s voice cracked slightly with tears, "Your dad is right. Grace has never left us. Her care for you has penetrated every aspect of life."
Rosemary lifted her moist eyes to look at Romeo, "Thank you."
Although a ’thank you’ seemed too formal after six months of dating, at that moment, Rosemary truly wanted to express her gratitude for his thoughtfulness, for the ways he tried to ease the regret, guilt,
and remorse she felt for not being able to save Grannie Grace.
Such a man had warmed countless moments of her life, bringing her endless touches of emotion.
"There’s another dish you haven’t tried yet," Romeo looked at her indulgently, his gaze tender.
He had made two dishes: one on behalf of Grannie Grace, and one on behalf of himself.
The fish was shaped into a five-layer cake, with carrots carved into hearts, stars, flowers, and other cute garnishes. The whole plate was both aesthetically pleasing and filled with childlike innocence.
Rosemary took a bite, finding the flavor and texture perfectly executed, leaving a lingering taste that beckoned for more.
She smiled at Romeo, nodding in approval, "Delicious."
Romeo’s face broke into a knowing smile.
"Let’s all eat together," Rosemary called out.
"I’ll try this pearl meatballs from Grannie Grace." David took a bite, his expression one of amazement,
"So delicious! It tastes like home."
"Let me have a go." Clark also took one, nodding as he chewed, "Mmm, not bad. It seems that with Grannie Grace around, Rosemary was quite lucky."
Laughter and chatter filled the room as everyone served each other.



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