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...