Chapter 811 Don’t You Have Hands?

Mateo’s face fell. Just as he was about to turn her down, he looked up and saw Crayson staring sternly at him. Left with no choice, he rose and sat down on the chair beside it.

Just then, Matthew took off his apron and shuffled toward them from the kitchen. “Come on, Master Iron. I’ve reserved a seat for you.” Eleanor patted the seat beside her with a bright smile. “Don’t you think I treat you well?”

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words. She was trying to mock Veronica, who was seated across from her. “Thanks, Your Highness.” Matthew didn’t mind it as

start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to join them. Those who knew what

of them were seated together in the dining hall. Since Eleanor was a talkative person, everyone was proactive during the conversation, and there didn’t seem to be any hostility going on between them. At the very least, they appeared to be friendly to each

a diplomat. She was a person who could perfectly hide all her emotions from

up a piece of the meat with a fork and put it into her mouth. As she devoured it, she gave Matthew a thumbs-up. “You certainly live up to your name as my master. The fish

surprise as he had never expected it to be so good, but he still pretended to

the hidden clan loved spices, and they expected the food served to them to be spicy. However, not every dish

sides were golden, then stew it with spring onions

to Matthew, “Your cooking skills are excellent,

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