novelraw Chapter 486: Eating Tangyuan and Crab
Chapter 486: Eating Tangyuan and Crab
As long as the family background is decent and the looks aren’t too bad, it’s fine."Miss, take care." Harry North said politely, then went back to instructing the bodyguard to smash the car.
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It was already evening.
Lucas Knight, this godlike figure, was still at Eva Nightingale’s villa and hadn’t left.
She had taken a nap in the afternoon and looked lazy. Seeing him, she wondered if this esteemed President was planning to stay at her house indefinitely?
She curled her lips. Oh well, let him be. Considering how well he treated her, she’d keep him around, right?
He could keep the bed warm, which was quite nice.
"Mr. President, what would you like for dinner?"
"Hmm?" He was lounging lazily on the sofa, putting down what looked like files, "Eat?"
He replied with a single word.
He seemed to have ’hearing impairment,’ automatically filtering out anything he deemed unimportant, leaving only one word: Eat.
Eat what?
His expression darkened; if it was about eating, he naturally wanted to eat her. Nothing tasted better than her.
"Mr. President, dumplings or tangyuan?" She usually liked to make dumplings herself, while the tangyuan were store-bought and kept in the freezer.
He said nothing.
"So what do you want to eat?" she asked, walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge, rummaging around, and then turning back to him, "How about rice with braised pork and vegetables?"
She hadn’t cooked in ages.
Her mother had taught her to cook in the past.
Though not as good as some seven-star hotel chef, she believed her cooking was passable. The rıghtful source is ????????????????????⁂????????????????⁂????????????
Usually, she only cooked for Carla Carr.
Because they were close friends, Carla used to be terrible at cooking, even burning the pot while making rice, so Eva reluctantly cooked for her every day.
Who would’ve thought today’s enigmatic President would stick around at her house?
"Mr. President, shall we decide on that then?" She turned back, looking at his immensely aristocratic figure, seemingly waiting for his confirmation.
"What did you call me?"
Lucas Knight turned his gaze to her, his tone neutral, exuding a commanding presence.
"Hu...Husband." She quickly changed her tune, with a strong sense of self-preservation; otherwise, she feared it wouldn’t be eating a meal, but her being eaten.
"Call me ’Dear Husband’!"
"Mm." He was satisfied. The little woman had gotten wise; otherwise, he might have rushed over immediately, lifted her and devoured her first. Who cares about food?
"Can you cook?"
Walking into the kitchen, Eva heard the man behind her say, sounding doubtful.
She paused, turning back, "Mr. President, is it strange that I can cook?"
After finishing, she noticed his eyes seemed to hold a fire, so she promptly changed her response: "Dear Husband, is it strange that I can cook?"
Lucas Knight lifted his eyes, looking at her. Could she really cook? He remembered when he disappeared for a month after getting injured, and later, when he went to see her, he brought crabs.
As a result, she got pinched by the crabs.
At that time, he felt quite sorry for her.
He said nothing, his eyes scanning her again before saying, "Just don’t burn the pot."
Eva: "..."
Alright, so that’s what he thought.
But burning pots was always Carla’s thing.
Eva Nightingale could still make simple home-cooked meals, except for fish, shrimp, and crabs...these things were too fishy and she never handled them.
Especially crabs.
Only those who’ve been pinched know how painful it is.
She smiled, "I won’t burn the pot." She had faith in herself.