Chapter 464


    Keh momentarily thought about Melvin; he didn''t have a deep impression of him. As one of the four


    prominent wealthy families in Hardgrad, the Spencer family was the most low-key, and Melvin also kept


    a low profile. He only appeared when Arabe returned to Hardgrad for the first time, giving off a


    somewhat elusive and mysterious feeling.


    Keh realized that he had been neglecting this person. Melvin had always been around and yed


    an essential role in the incident.


    Handing the Habs'' Bowl to Arabe, Keh asked, "I heard that you and Melvin grew up together.


    You are childhood sweethearts?"


    "Yes, my mom liked Melvin. He was my mom''sst apprentice."


    "Your mom?" Something shed in Keh''s deep narrow eyes. He realized he had never asked


    about her mom before, and she had never mentioned it.


    Arabe wanted to say something, but at that moment, Alma walked in with a smile. "Ms. Snyder, I


    heard you wanted to eat noodles today. I just ground some flour and will make elbow macaroni for


    you."


    "Alma," Arabe quickly took Alma''s arm, feeling embarrassed, and blinked. "You don''t have to go to so


    much trouble. I already bought ready-made noodles.


    Alma lovingly scolded, "Those noodles aren''t as tasty. I will make you elbow macaroni."


    Alma poured the freshly ground top-quality flour into a bowl and added milk, eggs, and a little water to


    make elbow macaroni.


    In no time, Alma skillfully made a te of handmade macaroni.


    Keh nced at Alma. If he wasn''t mistaken, Alma was not just an ordinary star-level chef; she


    seemed to be one of those highly paid private chefs hired by noble families.


    "Wow, Alma, it''s been so long since Ist saw you cook. Your skills have improved. Every time you


    cook for me, I don''t need to do anything." Arabeplimented.


    Alma quickly prepared a sauce for the elbow macaroni, and the fragrance of the spice was so enticing


    that one could feel like having several bowls of it just from the smell.


    "Ms. Snyder, I didn''t do anything. You cooked the macaroni yourself."


    All Arabe needed to do was boil water and put the macaroni in, and Alma took care of everything


    else. Could she im she cooked them herself?


    "Alma..." Arabe felt guilty.


    Alma quickly put on a pitiful look, "Ms. Snyder, that''s nothing. You have such arge garden outside,


    and we often eat your food. If you don''t let us help you with this little task, we might think you would not


    want to share food with us again."


    "No, no, it''s not like that," Arabe exined.


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    "Alright then, Ms. Snyder. I''m leaving now."


    With the taskpleted, Alma quickly left. This was the most basic etiquette for a private chef.


    But as Alma passed by Keh, she paused and asked, "Ms. Snyder, who is this gentleman?"


    Arabe looked at the man with bright, clear eyes, her voice gentle and sweet. "Oh, him? He''s my


    husband."


    "Him? My husband."


    Keh''s eyes softened with tenderness.


    "Oh, your husband. Mr. Snyder, Ms. Snyder, I''m leaving now." Alma turned and left.


    Mr. Snyder?


    Keh extended his strong arm and held Arabe''s slender waist. He raised an eyebrow teasingly.


    "Mr. Snyder? Ms. Snyder, did she think I take your surname?"


    Arabe used to tell her neighbors to call her by her name or Be, but she didn''t know why they


    always preferred to call her Ms. Snyder. And the title "Mr. Snyder" was indeed a bit strange.