Chapter 172


    “Alright, I’m making lunch. Is there anything you’d like to eat?” X 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.”


    Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    With a nod, X 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 ced 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. The expensive tableware further enhanced this visual effect. The rising heat brought about


    warmth to this huge mansion.


    After cing down the bowls, X 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 ck shirt, nor his long ck pants,


    and his mildly rolled up sleeves gave off azy vibe.


    It was just a simple, all-ck outfit, but he had given it a uniquely elegant and noble air. He was


    merely walking at home, butpared to the models with exquisite makeup and extravagant


    clothing on the runway, he was much more captivating. Even the milky way could notpare to


    him.


    For an instant, even X, 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 dered with great confidence.


    Stanley nced 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,” X added.


    Stanley quietly took some green pepper scrambled eggs and tasted it carefully. “Yeah, it’s


    delicious.” Suddenly, this green pepper scrambled eggsbination 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


    afternoon.’


    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 ced 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, X 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.”


    X smiled. “Then, have some more.”


    “Sure.”