Lisa, Sandy, and the old Madam walked into the hotel. It wasn't a five-star hôtel but the old Madam seemed fine with it.
"Grandma, are you sure?" Lisa asked for the umpteenth time.
"She already said, she is okay with any place you chose right Grandma?" Sandy said.
"Yes, don't worry about me, I've been meaning to try out other hotels too," she said.
They walked in and then took their seats.
"Lisa, do you want to order?" They asked her.
"Why me?" She asked them.
"You are the boss now, whatever you feel like eating we will accompany you," Sandy said.
"I'm fine, I don't have any cravings yet," she smiled. Halfway into eating, she requested an extra spicy chicken soup. Sandy and the Old Madam stared at her in shock.
"Can you manage? You aren't a fan of spicy food," Sandy said as soon as the soup was served.
"Mmmh, I suddenly feel like having it," she replied picking up a spoon.