After Isaac Donovan and Lewis Sinir finally left the Beach House, Be was busy in the kitchen preparing the snack box they would bring on their sailing trips.

She decided to make a simple snack: a sandwich, some cakes, and fruit that her son liked.

"Miss, let me prepare it for you. You can rest upstairs with your husband and Young Master…" Noora tried to help, but Be firmly refused, asking Noora to stay still in the corner.

"It’s just a sandwich," Be said with a chuckle when she saw Noora’s face slightly pale. "Come on, Aunt Noora, anyone can make a sandwich...why do you look so worried?"

"Miss, I just worry you might cut your delicate finger..." She wanted to say that but held it when Be ignored her.

Noora felt very nervous because Be rarely entered the kitchen. She even forgot thest time she saw Be using a kitchen knife.

Standing in the corner, his eyes never left Be. Noora was curious why Be, out of nowhere, offered to make snacks for their fishing trip that afternoon.

Noora wanted to ask Be, but she held back, worried that she might distract her, so she saved the question forter.

Too immersed in looking at Be, Noora didn’t even realize Geoffrey was joining her in the corner.

"Did young madam know how to make sandwiches?" Geoffrey asked while looking at Be.

Noora finally turns her gaze away from Be to see Geoffrey. She was surprised that this man suddenly appeared beside her without her realizing.

’Why did this man seem to have ninja skills?’ Noora silently smiles with her own imagination before responding to him.

"You should change your question, Geoffrey."

Geoffrey frowned upon hearing Noora’s words. After a few seconds, he finally found another question.

"Did young madam ever make sandwiches before?"

Noora was impressed hearing how fast Geoffrey understood her ambiguous words.

She didn’t answer him immediately but turned her worried gaze at Be again. She saw Be cutting a few vegetables and smoked beef for the sandwich filling.

Looking at how stiff Be holds the knife makes her heart tighten. The thrill she feels now is like the feelings she experienced before she rode the roller coaster.

Noora prays inwardly, hoping Be doesn’t cut her finger or a particr man upstairs will scold her.

"She did or not?" Geoffrey feels even more worried looking at Noora, who looks so tense.

"Geoffrey, let me ask you. If my young Miss ever makes a sandwich, why does she now watch YouTube?"

Geoffrey helplessly took a deep sigh. He was speechless with Noora; she answered him with many words and expressions for a simple answer like YES or NO.

However, when Geoffrey heard herst words, he started to worry again.

"Heaven! S-She never made it before? Why does she want to make it when we have a chef who could prepare it for her."

"Maybe my young miss wanted to impress your master..." Noora raised her hand to close her mouth, holding back herughter.

"Oh, you’re right." Geoffrey alsoughs. He feels happy for his master. "But, Noora, why am I worried she will hurt herself?"

"My young Miss will be alright. But what worries me the most is the taste. Geoffrey, you better ask chefs to prepare a backup snack box," Noora said. She worries Master Tristan and Dax will be hungryter in the middle of the sea.

"Yes, yes, you are right. Okay, I will go to the back kitchen…but please make sure young madam does not hurt herself, or master Tristan will kill us."

Noora didn’t utter anything. She just raised her hand to give Geoffrey her okay sign. She understood.

After Geoffrey leaves, Noora focuses again on Be.

A few momentster, she walks towards Be and sits on the chair on the kitchen ind. She still didn’t bother her but silently watched her.

Before long, Be was finally aware of Noora. She smiled through her eyes at Noora.

"Aunty, you know what? I’m done making sandwiches without hurting myself. You should congratte me." Be is so excited. Finally, she could make something for Tristan and Dax, something she had always dreamed of.

She showed Noora the lunch box container she had been preparing since morning.

There were three medium food containers, a box filled with a sandwich, and the other two were fruits and cake.

When Noora saw inside the food container, she gasped in surprise. Inside, she saw ten-row sandwiches beautifully arranged. The fresh bread was filled with slices of smoked beef, creamy avocado, crisp lettuce, and juicy tomatoes.

Seeing the sandwich made Noora feel hungry again.

’How could she create such a masterpiece?’ Noora was lost beyond words. She had never made a sandwich as beautiful as this before when she made it for Dax’s snack box.

"Looking good, Miss. Looks like you have talent in the kitchen." Noora sincerely praises her.

"Well, how could I know if I didn’t have a chance to enter the kitchen!?" Be helplessly said before continuing to pack everything she would bringter.

Noora smiled. She stood from her seat, wanting to help, but her step halted when Be narrowed her eyes. Why is she angry again?

"And you know why I never got a chance like that, right?" Be looked at Noora as if she wanted to tell her she was the culprit.

"Ha ha ha, young Miss. I’m sorry. I feel worried whenever you enter the kitchen," Noora grins.

Be shook her head while smiling bitterly.

"Ugh, well, Young Miss... You better go rest upstairs. Or your husband will scold me for letting you work here too long..." Noora tries to divert the conversation.

Be didn’t refute Noora. It’s true. She spends almost her entire morning in the kitchen while Tristan ys with Dax upstairs.

...

When Be finally left the kitchen, Noora turned to the kitchen and wanted to clean up; however, she was shocked beyond words to see how the dry kitchen had now turned into a mess.

Almost all the kitchen utensils were now on the kitchen countertop, and all kinds of mess were spread out before her eyes.

"Gosh, she only makes sandwiches but turns this beautiful kitchen into chaos…" Noora chuckled and started to clean up.