Chapter 967

Grandma May nagged Liberty. “Your sister and you don’t know how to use the York family name for your own benefit. If you agree to let me arrange for those boys to come over and support your restaurant, I guarantee that your business will be booming.”

If all nine young masters of the York family came here for breakfast, they would be a walking advertisement.

However, Liberty refused.

“Nana, we want to rely on ourselves. My aunt is also always saying that she wants to help me. The pressure on Seren will be greater if I refuse.

“Have you eaten yet? We can eat together if you don’t mind.”

Liberty fed her son first and had yet to eat.

Grandma May said bluntly, “I’ve had all sorts of food before. Of course, I won’t mind eating with you. In fact, I’d love to.”

She was used to eating extravagantly, but it would be nice to have a change of palate.

Liberty brought out the plate of spaghetti she made and said sheepishly, “I only made spaghetti because I thought only Sonny and I would be eating.”

It was simple spaghetti and meatballs.

Grandma May said, “Oh shush, you know me. I wouldn’t have come over at this time if I didn’t want to have lunch with you.”

She went to get a bowl for herself.

Grandma May was down–to–earth. Liberty liked her temperament very much. Since Grandma May did not mind the simple meal, she did not feel embarrassed either.

The three of them sat at the table for lunch when the store door opened.

“Sonny, I bought you a… Grandma May?”

Duncan bought another big windmill for Sonny and called Sonny’s name as he entered. When he saw Grandma May, he instantly froze and suddenly felt guilty for no reason. Then, he tried to turn and run away.

“Duncan, why are you running away at the sight of me?”

Duncan stopped again, turned around, and re-entered the store. He grinned and said, “Grandma May, I’m not running away at the sight of you. I just suddenly remembered that I left my phone in the car. I was just going back to get it.”

Grandma May glanced at his trouser pocket. “Isn’t that your phone in your pocket?”

Duncan touched his pants and laughed. “Oh, you’re right. My memory is getting worse as I get older. I can’t even remember that my phone is in my pocket.”

“Don’t talk about being old in front of me. Are you as old as I am?”

Duncan smiled sheepishly.

Liberty asked, “Have you eaten, Mr. Lewis?”

There was barely enough food for Grandma May since the old lady did not eat much.

If Duncan joined them, then Liberty would have to cook again.

“If he hasn’t eaten at this time, then he deserves to be hungry.”

Duncan was speechless. “I’ve eaten, Liberty. You and Grandma May take your time eating. Sonny, I bought you another windmill.”

He handed the windmill to Sonny and spoke in a fawning voice.

Sonny looked at the windmill and continued to eat.

Duncan only knew how to buy windmills and nothing else for him–it was either large or small ones.

The windmills Duncan bought were not as interesting as the food in his bowl. “Duncan, Sonny is a very clever boy.”