Chapter 323


    Chapter 323 Made of Pig’s Brain


    Idris responded with a gentle and elegant hum, as usual.


    However, when the car reached the roadside food stall in Lake City, he looked at me with some doubt


    and a nk expression. “You want us to park here?”


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    I nodded and got out of the car, sitting down at the freshly prepared table by the road. Upon seeing


    Idris‘ ck Bugatti, the owner could not help but nce a few more times before looking at me and


    saying, “What would you like to eat, prettydy? Feel free to choose from the menu.‘


    I lowered my head to look at the menu but noticed that Idris had yet to leave the car. I nced up at


    him and asked, “Don’t you want to eat?”


    Idris shook his head and looked around hesitantly. “It seems like it’s not easy to park here.” The owner


    was a wise person, and upon hearing his concern, he quickly said, “Sir, there’s an open space about a


    hundred and fifty meters ahead where you can park your car. Just leave your car there.”


    Idris nodded slightly and said, “Thank you.”


    Five minutester, Idris came to the food stall but did not sit down. I looked up at him and saw him


    ncing around surreptitiously, furrowing his brow as if he were in a dilemma.


    I pursed my lips. I knew that he was quite particr about cleanliness, but I still looked at him. and


    asked, “You don’t want to eat here?”


    He shook his head and hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down.


    The four–legged stools by the food stall were rtively low. With his tall and long legs, when Idris sat


    on the stool, he looked like he was sinking into it. It looked especially awkward.


    He did not have afortable ce to rest his attractive pair of hands, so he had to ce them on his


    knees. He looked at me and asked, “What are we eating?”


    I simply looked at him. I was not sure if it was because he seemed so ufortable and out of his


    element for the first time, but I could not help smiling. I opened my mouth and said, “I don’t know what


    you like to eat, so I ordered what I like. I hope you don’t mind.”


    He shook his head, then nodded slightly and said, “It’ll be fine as long as you like it.”


    I pursed my lips and could not help but want tough. At this moment, Idris seemed rather… adorable!


    The wait for the food was not too long, but it seemed like forever as he attracted the attention and


    scrutiny of many people because he was exceptionally good–looking and looked exceptionally out of


    ce sitting at this roadside food stall.


    I could clearly see that Idris was getting restless from being stared at like a monkey in a zoo. If I had


    not already ordered the food, I had a hunch that he would have gotten up and left.


    I leaned on my chin and watched him, trying to suppress myughter.


    Seeing me staring at him, he looked back at me and asked in a low and gentle voice, “What are you


    looking at?”


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    I smiled slightly. “At you. You look very good.”


    He straightened his back but still seemed somewhat ufortable, devoid of his usual air of elegance


    and grace. Even when he wasplimented, he appeared a bit uneasy.


    However, he still looked at me and slightly chuckled before saying, “If you like looking, then look away.”


    Seeing his somewhat sheepish appearance, I could not help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had indeed


    brought him here with the intention of seeing him embarrassed, but I did not want to make him too


    ufortable. I hesitated on whether to leave or not.


    Then, the owner began serving the dishes.


    Seeing this, I dismissed the thought. After all, the food was ready, and leaving now would be a waste of


    food, which was a real sin in this day and age.


    Screw it.


    Just one meal would not be so torturous.


    The owner brought out one dish after another. I had ordered two portions of sd. One was ced in


    front of Idris, and the other in front of me. I looked at the various dishes on the small table and said,


    “Give it a try. Their food is quite good.”


    He picked up his fork and hesitated for a few seconds, wiping it with a tissue several times before


    finally picking up a piece of food. He then took a small bite of it. At first, he seemed to think it would be


    difficult to swallow, so he had a resigned expression on his face.


    However, after it entered his mouth, his expression rxed a bit. He looked at me and said, Hmm, it


    tastes pretty good.‘


    I pursed my lips and smiled lightly, saying, “I think it tastes good too. Eat some more.‘


    ”


    Perhaps because it passed the taste test, he did not reject the invitation. He took a few more bites,


    either out of curiosity about what he was eating or because it was delicious. Then, he looked at me and


    asked, “Is this made of tofu?”


    I shook my head and watched him take another bite. Then, I casually said, “It’s made from pig’s brain.”


    “Pfft!” The man in front of me was caught off guard and spat out the food in his mouth. It was truly


    unexpected, and I clearly saw his embarrassment.