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

“Alright. Since everyone’s here, we’ll start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to join them. Those who knew what had happened never brought up this matter

during the conversation, and there didn’t seem to be any hostility going on between them. At the very least, they

a diplomat. She was a person who could perfectly hide all her emotions from her face, and no one could read her mind. People like her

she gave Matthew a thumbs-up. “You certainly live up to

mouth. His eyes brightened with surprise as he had never expected it to be so good, but he still pretended to be calm. “Is it delicious? I think it’s average, though. Let

they expected the food served to them to be

it until both sides were golden, then stew it with spring onions and carrots. After that, he added a handful of coriander and let it simmer. As a result, the fish was tender and palatable without any

to Matthew, “Your

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