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“Alright, I’m making lunch. Is there anything you’d like to eat?” Xyla asked.
“I’m good with anything,” replied Stanley.
“What about the food you hate?”
They would be living together for one year, so she felt the need to be aware.
“None.”
With a nod, Xyla turned to enter the kitchen. Her father had instructed the maid to fill up their fridge
yesterday, so it was well stocked. She took out the ingredients she would be using and washed them.
Soon, a household norm of four dishes and one soup were prepared. The spread consisted of braised
pork, green pepper scrambled eggs, hot pepper potato shreds, braised prawns, and squid tofu soup.
She placed them carefully on the square dining table and filled up two bowls of rice. Against the green
and white checkered tablecloth, the wonderfully prepared dishes looked extraordinarily enticing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe expensive tableware further enhanced this visual effect. The rising heat brought about warmth to
this huge mansion. After placing down the bowls, Xyla went to the dining hall’s entrance and looked at
the man who was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. “Five Batton, it’s time to eat.”
He got up and moved his long, slender legs towards her. Sunlight shone from behind him, making his
fair skin glow. There were no wrinkles in neither his crisp black shirt, nor his long black pants, and his
mildly rolled up sleeves gave off a lazy vibe.
It was just a simple, all-black outfit, but he had given it a uniquely elegant and noble air. He was merely
walking at home, but compared to the models with exquisite makeup and extravagant clothing on the
runway, he was much more captivating. Even the milky way could not compare to him.
For an instant, even Xyla, who had gotten used to seeing handsome men, was a little dazed. Once he
got near, she quickly turned into the dining hall and sat down. Moving his long legs, he sat down
opposite her.
“I’ve taste-tested every dish today. I didn’t use the wrong seasoning this time, so it’s all remarkably
delicious,” she declared with great confidence.
Stanley glanced faintly at the dishes on the table before picking up his chopsticks and trying some hot
pepper potato shreds. It actually tasted better than any other hot pepper potato shreds he had ever
eaten.
“Yeah, it’s delicious,” he praised.
“Try the green pepper scrambled eggs. It tastes great too. Completely different from the one I made the
other day,” Xyla added.
Stanley quietly took some green pepper scrambled eggs and tasted it carefully. “Yeah, it’s delicious.”
Suddenly, this green pepper scrambled eggs combination didn’t seem so bad.
All of a sudden, his phone vibrated.
Stanley saw a Wechat message from Henry, ‘Old Fifth, what are you doing? Let’s meet up in the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmafternoon.’
He simply replied, ‘No.’
Henry, ‘Don’t be like that. My friend has air-shipped a lot of seafood and sashimi to me, so I need to
share the good stuff with my brothers.’
Soon after, he sent Stanley a cute smiley emoji.
Stanley, ‘Not interested.’
Henry, ‘Are you busy? QAQ…’
Ignoring him, Stanley placed his phone on the table and continued eating. His table manners were
elegant, while his gestures carried an air of nobility. Looking up from her food, Xyla felt like she was
looking at an exquisite and vintage European oil painting.
“How is it? Does it suit your taste buds?” she asked.
“It’s great.”
Xyla smiled. “Then, have some more.”
“Sure.”
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