Chapter 133

Cordy then gestured. “Try it.”

There was a slight expectation in her eyes, which seemed to twinkle dazzlingly.

John picked up his knife and cut through a slice of the grilled mackerel, politely and elegantly putting it in his mouth and chewed.

He did not react much or give any comment, so Cordy could not tell at all if it was good.

Still, after he had the mackerel, he had one of the vinegar ribs..

And then the rest of the dishes.

When he was done, he picked up his red wine and took a small sip.

“Is it good?” Cordy could not resist asking eventually

Nonetheless, John slowly wiped the corner of his mouth and said, “It’s alright. Not bad.”

“Really?” Cordy quickly picked up her fork and knife, ready to eat.

That was when John’s long fingers suddenly caught her wrist, leaving her frowning.

poisoning,” he said calmly, then took

what he was getting at, but smacked his hand

trying the outcome of her

certainly changed the instant she put some of the

to be vinegar ribs! Why was it

her reaction and

mouthful before turning to John. “How

such sincerity,” he said with

suggested, “Your omelets are

her

on her own, but it turned out that she was just lacking.

the dishes spread out over the table, Cordy returned to the kitchen and made two plates

the occasional sips of red wine, thinking to herself just then that the good–looking ones seemed to look good no

much credit,” she said awkwardly,

who can cook around the house is plenty enough,” he said

not say a word against that, and

looked up at him, mustered her

thought I had been plenty

I don’t like you that

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