Chapter 319


    He gave me a piercing look, quickly shutting me up with his hostility. Finally, the car skidded to a stop in


    front of a mansion. This time, Eric went downstairs without waiting for Georgie to open the door for him.


    I followed him inside. The mansion was gigantic and the interior was resplendently decorated. Eric


    asked me to sit down while he went to the kitchen. From the moment I walked in I realized we were on


    our own, much to my concern. Is he going to cook tonight?


    No, he would not cook tonight. Georgie walked in, still somber as ever, then went into the kitchen


    without looking at me. A little whileter, Eric appeared with two sses of juice. Fortunately, they


    weren’t the strangers likest time. This time it was mango juice. I thanked him and took a sip before


    trying to strike up a conversation. “You must have spent a lot on this mansion, President Walker.”


    Eric looked at me like I was an idiot. Feeling self-conscious, I took another sip of mango juice. There


    was no sounding from the kitchen, despite Georgie being there, so I wondered what dinner would


    be like.


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    Half an hourter, Georgie came out, grumpy as ever. “Dinner is ready, young master Eric.”


    Eric got up and led me into the dining room. When I walked in, there was nothing on the table. Won’t I


    have anything for dinner tonight? Eric pulled a chair back, motioning me to sit down. When I did, he sat


    down next to me, and a momentter Georgie appeared with arge te in her hand.


    Ah, I saw what my dinner was – pasta. Pasta made for cheap eats, but this one had meat and pepper,


    and a generous portion too. I was working up an appetite here.


    “This is authentic steak noodles. You cannot find it anywhere else.” Eric then handed me a fork.


    I took a bite to see if it was true. The noodles were soft and silky, while the meat tasted perfect and the


    chili spiciness was excellent. Yep, it was better than all the variations I’ve had.


    “Cool, huh?” “Yeah,” I replied with my mouth full.


    He looked at me for a moment before whispering, “Georgie’s ancestors used to run restaurants, so he


    knows a lot of secret recipes. There used to be people who would offer him arge sum of money so


    that they could make a name for their


    restaurant.”


    “He sold?” I lowered my chopsticks, feeling curious.