But now, after strolling around with Loraine for a while and perceiving the aroma of so many great


    dishes while listening to Loraine’s descriptions, he actually began to feel a bit hungry.


    As they walked past a particr small stall, they saw an amiable olddy in it. She was clearly the one


    minding the stall and she was being supported by a cute, skillful little girl.


    Seeing the two of them approaching, the little girl wiped the sweat off her nose and beamed, “Sir, miss,


    would you like to buy some crepes? My grandmother makes them delicious. We even have a discount


    today. If you buy one, you get the second one for half-price!”


    Marco looked closely at the stall. Though he could tell it had been tidied up meticulously, it was


    inevitable for such a ce and their equipment to umte some grime over the years, especially


    the crepe pan, which had be quite dark.


    He furrowed his brow, feeling a bit hesitant, but Loraine had already stopped at the stall and was


    saying with a smile, “It smells so good.


    Let’s get two.”


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    “Loraine, let’s not…”


    But before he could finish the statement, the quick-witted little girl had deftly prepared a crepe. She


    smiled at him and said, “Sir, you and miss look so well-matched. Since you’re buying two, I’ll make


    them a couple’s special and draw a heart in the middle. How about that?”


    When Marco heard this, he didn’t try to stop her anymore. He coughed lightly and said reluctantly,


    “Um… thank you.”


    Seeing Loraine smiling at him yfully, he quickly looked away shyly.


    A faint blush swept across his finely chiseled face, making him Look even more cute.


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    The crepes were promptly prepared and encased in parchment paper before being passed over to the


    duo.


    With an appetizing aroma wafting around them, Loraine and Marco each held a crepe in their hands.


    Although Marco was indeed famished, he stared at the food in his hand, seemingly at a loss.


    Shouldn’t such dishes be served on a te, dissected into manageable pieces with a knife and fork,


    akin to a steak?


    Loraine nced over to find him scrutinizing the crepe, his brow furrowed as if confronted with an


    intricate conundrum.


    It made sense. As the former CEO, Marco had never consumed suchmonce fare. It was akin to


    a novice diner uncertain about which hand to wield the cutlery with.


    The sight of his perplexity provoked a chuckle from Loraine. She then yfully shook her crepe in front


    of Marco, gesturing for him to observe her. Lowering her head, she bit into the edge of the crepe before


    raising the partially consumed treat to Marco with a grin.


    “This is how it’s done. See?”


    Marco turned his gaze to the crepe Loraine was exhibiting, his eyes slightly confused. He observed the


    faint indentation on the crepe’s surface, marking where Loraine had taken her bite.


    What was the implication of Loraine offering him a portion of her half-eaten food?


    Although Marco was somewhat bewildered, he didn’t hesitate. He bowed his head and took a bite from


    the crepe Loraine was holding, aligning his bite with the spot where she had bitten previously.