“Come on, master. The back pork you made is also delicious, I’ll clip it for you.” She diligently gave Morris a dish,pletely ignoring the strange looks the crowd was throwing at her.


    Morris looked at the meat in the bowl, his eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly, said nothing, just silently eat.


    The meat in his bowl, however, did not move until the end.


    At noon, I made six dishes and two soups, bean stick double cooked meat, fried crucian carp, braised meat, fried seasonal vegetables, fried shredded meat with mushrooms, fried shredded lentils, stewed pigeon soup and ck chicken soup.


    Because of the good taste, color and vor, the table was cleaned up at the end.


    Even Vivian didn’t expect such a simple home-cooked dish to be so popr with the three Baron siblings.


    After the meal, everyone left the table and the maids came to clean up the table.


    Only then were the three Baron siblings ready to leave.


    “Old Mr. Donald, Miss Vivian, Brother Aidan, thank you for your hospitality.” Martin said thank you in a gentle and polite manner.


    “Hahaha, Your Highness the Grand Prince is very kind.” Houghton gave an angled smile and echoed.


    Marilyn said, “Big brother, my master cooked all the dishes at noon, you should thank my master.”


    Her favoritism towards Morris was written directly on her head, as if she was afraid that everyone wouldn’t see it.


    “Eldest sister, don’t forget your status, restrain yourself.” Myron could not bear to look at it and reminded.


    Marilyn did not care, and waved to Morris, “Master, thank you for your hospitality. You are invited to the pce as a guestter.”


    Martin bowed slightly, “Old Mr. Donald, Miss Vivian, Brother Aidan, Carl, farewell.”


    A gentleman and elegant man, with an innate nobility and calmness between his hands and feet.


    The three of them walked out of the courtyard, and a group of guards not far away immediately followed them and left.


    In the courtyard, Aidan Sabastian murmured: “What the hell? Grandpa, what is this way they are going?”Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Houghton curbed the smile on his face, turned back, and gave Morris a meaningful look, “Youe with me.”


    “Yes, Mr. Donald.” Morris turned around and followed him into the living room.


    Aidan Sabastian immediately went to Vivian’s side and asked in a whisper beside her ear, “Sister Vivian, Young Master Marilyn wouldn’t have a crush on Silly Carl, would he?”


    Silly Carl?


    Vivian’s skin-like face sank, “Who are you calling Silly Carl?”


    How can such a vulgar name be used for her husband?


    I can’t stand it!


    “Of course I mean Carl.”


    “Where do you see that he is stupid?”


    “Oh, it’s just a nickname, why are you being so mean?” Aidan Sabastian thought Vivian was overreacting.


    “It’s a basic quality not to give others random nicknames.”


    Vivian gave him a nk look, turned around and walked away.


    Only, the foot unintentionally stepped on Aidan Sabastian’s foot so hard that he wailed in pain, “Ah, my foot, it hurts … hurts me to death. Vivian sister, do you want to step on me to death.”


    “Guess you? Sorry, I didn’t see it.”


    She apologized with a leathery smile and no sincerity.


    After saying that, she went back to the living room.


    …


    The Royal Pce.


    Myron returned to the pce and separated from Martin and Marilyn to find a beautiful maid for pleasure.


    When he entered the side hall, Martin immediately turned around and looked at Marilyn with cold eyes, changing his gentle image and questioned, “What do you want?”


    “What for? I don’t know what you mean.”


    Marilyn raised her hand and yed with a strand of hair in front of her, twirling it around her fingertips.


    She walked slowly to a chair and sat down, twirled a piece of glutinous rice cake and took a bite, chewing slowly.


    “Of course it’s Carl!”