The More the Merrier

Chapter 150 Her Initiative

“Mr. Graham, would you like a bowl of soup?” Edwin gingerly asked.

Benjamin waved his hand in a dismissive manner and replied, “It’s fine.”

The butler glanced at him and hesitated for a second before retreating toward the rear of the room.

Arissa shot Benjamin a sideway glance, only to find the latter already staring at her. He had displeasure

written across his face. For some reason, she felt a little guilty upon witnessing the look on his face.

“Um… Do you want to…”

“No, I don’t!” Benjamin snorted before continuing with his breakfast.

Arissa’s mouth twitched slightly at his words.

Gavin darted a glance at Benjamin. He was sitting by Benjamin and cautiously placed his hand under the

table, tugging on his father’s pants.

At that, Benjamin swept a glance at Gavin.

“Daddy, do you want some of mine?”

Benjamin furrowed his brows as he settled his gaze on Gavin.

“Don’t talk while you’re eating!”

Gavin was dumbfounded.

Seeing that Benjamin was all riled up, Arissa pondered for a moment before abruptly getting up from her

seat.

“Where are you going?” Benjamin questioned sternly. Nobody dared to cross him with the intimidating

aura that he radiated.

Arissa curled her lips in dissatisfaction and answered, “I’m heading to the kitchen for a bit!”

With that, she went to the kitchen. Minutes later, she brought out a steaming bowl of soup.

She did not think that Benjamin would want a taste of her soup as well. It was rather unexpected, but

Arissa felt a little guilty to have overlooked him like so. After all, she was in his territory.

“Mr. Graham, have some soup!”

Looking at the small wisps of steam rising from the soup, Benjamin’s face lightened, and his brows

unfurrowed slightly.

“Who allowed you to take matters into your own hands? Did I say that I wanted soup?” Benjamin lowered

his voice and questioned.

Edwin stole a glance at Benjamin, and Arissa could not help feeling annoyed.

Does he want soup or not? This is originally for the kids and not him anyways. It’s fine with me if he

doesn’t want it.

Fuming, she reached out for the bowl as she said, “I was wrong to assume that you wanted some soup. I

sincerely apologize for that. I’m sorry!”

However, before Arissa could even touch the rim of the bowl, her hand was smacked off.

She was rendered speechless by Benjamin’s move.

A string of curse words played out in her head, but she refrained from voicing them out.

Benjamin took a sip of the soup. Fresh out of the pot, it was scorching hot and burned his tongue a little.

Nevertheless, he kept a straight face and savored it in his mouth for a bit before swallowing it.

It does taste good. It is no wonder that Gavin is full of praises for it.

Looking at Benjamin as he drank the soup, Arissa wanted to mock him. As she opened her mouth to

speak, she met his dominant stare, and her words ran out.

“Take a seat.”

Arissa rolled her eyes as she sat down to continue her breakfast.

Edwin looked on in amazement from the side.

“Gav, try this!”

After Gavin had gulped down the last mouthful of soup, Arissa brought out a chicken pie that had some

leaves at the side as garnish.

The moment she cut into the chicken pie, the air was instantly filled with a savory scent of food.

Benjamin subconsciously glanced over upon catching a whiff of the fragrance. His stomach growled a

little at the mouth-watering scent.

It looks delicious.

“What is this?”

Arissa raised her eyes and looked at him questioningly before replying, “This is chicken pie. Have you

not tried it before?” Benjamin looked across at Arissa and catching her eye, he raised his eyebrows

questioningly.

“Nope,” he admitted honestly.

Arissa was stunned by his reply. Chicken pie isn’t really considered to be common folk food, though. I

thought he would have at least tried it once before.

“Well, in that case, why don’t you give it a try?”

She took the initiative to hand one over to Benjamin. I’d better pass him one. Otherwise, he might start to

create a fuss and nitpick at me again.

The hard angles of Benjamin’s face softened a touch, just enough for Edwin to notice it, and the latter

hurriedly came forward to serve Benjamin.

While doing so, he complimented Arissa and exclaimed, “Mr. Graham, this smells amazing! It has a

really authentic smell. Ms. York has done this very well.”

His gaze narrow and sharp, Benjamin frowned as he zeroed in on Edwin’s face and asked, “Have you

tried it?”

Met with Benjamin’s displeased stare, Edwin hastily explained, “I helped to taste test it while it was still

cooking.”

Benjamin’s sour look immediately disappeared. Placing the chicken pie onto a plate, Edwin served him

the chicken pie after removing the leaves.

Arissa looked at the dignified man. It’s merely breakfast, yet he eats like he’s dining at a high-class

restaurant.

She dug a spoonful of the chicken pie and brought it to Gavin’s mouth.

The little boy chuckled and blurted, “Mommy, I can eat by myself!”

“All right… After having this mouthful, you can eat by yourself.” Arissa smiled dotingly at him.

Gavin took a bite, and his eyes immediately lighted up with joy.

This is also really delicious!