Chapter 98
alerie was puzzled, while Matthew’s gaze carried a hint of curiosity. He <b>thought</b>. Not only is sheet music itself pretty
difficult to decipher, but <b>ou’ve </b>got to be someone who’s specifically studied it to recognize it. Plus, even if you can read sheet music, it doesn’t mean you can y the tune fou’ve also got to be able to distinguish piano keys to make it work. Valerie has never had any experience with the piano, so how could she <b>y</b>! Although what she yed just now sounded hard, she managed to press out each note of “Canon‘ intermittently ‘
alerie propped up her chin and thought for a while. She really could not recall, so she said casually. Tve forgotten too. Maybe it was my collegemate who taught me. But it doesn’t matter. My piano ying is temble…“
de gave an objective evaluation and agreed, saying. “Yeah. It’s somewhat terrible”
calerie was instantly annoyed. She could not help but push him lightly and <b>said</b>. “Come on, Mr. Grant. Why are you so blunt?”
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But joking aside, Valerie wasn’t actually <b>mad</b>, Just then, the kitchen dishwasher finished its job. Valerie went over to admire the dishwashers handiwork. She thought, <b>Gotta </b>say the dishes are sparkling clean, and the dishwasher even has UV light for disinfection and sterilization.”
Valerie had always been frugal. She could not help but feel that this money was <b>well </b>spent..
With time passing, the piano matter was forgotten.
After Valerie put the tes and cutlery into the sink, he said to Manhew. “My brother just texted me, informing me that a friend sent him a box of zhinis. They’re very fresh and tender. He asked me to get some tomorrow. The temperature has been a little bow in thest two days. I happened to <b>buy </b><b>some </b>ulied pork and <b>ham </b>the other day. Mr. Grant, if you are up for it, why don’t we stew them tomorrow night?”
<b>Zhini </b><b>and </b>salted pork are a perfect match she thought. And I’ll cook some seasonal fresh vegetables with cooling properties. It’ll be the <b>for </b>slewingmb when it gets a bit cooler. <b>Just </b>the thought of firing up the stove feels delightful:
Matthew had no objections. “Till go with your n,” he said.
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He thought, Just from hearing her talk. I can imagine that the stewed dish won’t taste had. So far, when ites to food<b>, </b>aside from the be, her rmendations haven’t let me down. And I asked Charles the other day. He mentioned that in southern cities like Wrexton and Garor, there are indeed people who enjoy drinkingtte. It’s not that her taste is strange. But then again, she’s from the north, yet she has quite a few eating habits that are more typical of the south
Valerie returned to her room to freshen up.
Matthew spent a while <b>reading </b>in the living room. When he noticed that it was almost half past ten, he got up and returned to his room.
His life had <b>always </b>been disciplined. Although he enjoyed worki
working, he <b>was </b>not the kind of person who boasted about has efforts or stayed up day and night. On the contrary, he maintained a consistent schedule of sleeping and waking up at the same time every day. He tried his best to solve all the work that needed to be solved during the day and slept peacefully <b>at </b><b>night</b><b>. </b>Only a few people could do this
He thought. Marrying her has disrupted the rhythm of my life. But so <b>far</b>, it <b>doesn’t </b><b>seem </b>too bad. She’s a sensible person. Even if something troubles me, she never takes it for granted. Instead, she will think of ways <b>to </b><bpensate </b><b>me </b>in other <b>aspects</b>.
Matthew was aware that he had mentioned a few days ago that he hoped she could cook if possible. So, she had been putting in extra effort to make delicious food in thest two days to thank him for helping her.
He thought. Even though she doesn’t <b>say </b>it out loud, this woman has a sense of bnce. She has a clear sense of boundary, knowing what <b>should </b>and shouldn’t be done in everything. <b>But </b>I quite admire her independence. She’s different from those delicatedies I’ve known!
As he thought he changed into his pajamas, just as he was about to go to bed, he suddenly thought of something <b>and </b>involuntarily walked toward the weight scale by theer of the room
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At noon, his grandmother said he seemed to Juve gained some weight, <b>but </b>he didn’t believe it….
He was stunned
I have really gained wright he thought
Looking at the unprecedented number on the weight scale, Mathew’s face <b>darkened </b>instantly