Elsa sighed, "You can't spoil her like this. What if she complains it's not good next time?"
Winson charmingly smiled at Elsa, "Well, that's obviously a problem with Auntie's recipe. Natasha's taste buds are fine."
Elsa shook her head and took off her apron, "I'm exhausted from doing everything alone."
Winson stepped forward and held Elsa's shoulders, "Auntie, let me and Natasha take care of the last batch. You can go rest."
Elsa gave me her apron and said, "Alright, work hard and become an apprentice today."
"Mom..." I protested as my mom and all the aunties left.
I turned to Winson and asked skeptically, "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Do you still not believe that I made these?" Winson confidently placed the cookies into the oven with ease.
After finishing, he turned to me, hoping for praise.
"It seems like you're really free," I commented dryly.
Upon hearing this, Winson laughed and took out a small stack of packaging paper from his pocket.