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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was seated across from her. “Thanks, Your Highness.” Matthew didn’t mind it as

the younger people, Crayson said, “Alright. Since everyone’s here, we’ll start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to join them. Those

a talkative person, everyone was proactive during the conversation, and there didn’t seem to be any

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

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 is palatable as

as he had never expected it to be so good, but he still pretended to be calm. “Is it delicious? I

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

onions and carrots. After that, he added a handful of coriander and let it simmer.

had a taste, then said to Matthew, “Your cooking skills are excellent, Iron Pillar. The

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