The next day, the sun was shining brightly. Melissa woke up early.
After a few days of rest, her allergic reaction was completely cured.
When Melissa went downstairs, she saw Murray busy making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Where's Clara?" she asked as she walked over.
"She asked for a leave," Murray said indifferently.
Melissa glanced at Murray and said, "Let me do it."
In fact, Melissa's cooking was not bad. She did not like to cook, but Murray had already made breakfast for her several times, and she had not done it once.
"Can you?" Murray's tone carried a bit of doubt.
He had never seen Melissa cook before.
"Of course." Melissa raised the corners of her lips and said confidently. "I know how to cook, and my skills are good."
"Is that so?" Murray smiled. "Maybe next time I'll try
