Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 8
“It’s a must to enjoy warm pancakes with high-quality butter. Then, a sip of hot chocolate to go down with it.”

Catherine continued on with the eating show.

She was savoring every bite of food in earnest. Taking her pretty face into account as well, her performance was way more entertaining and convincing than the other eating broadcast shows available.

Shaun could not take any more of this.

“Meow.” At the same time, Fudge leaped onto the dining table while wagging its tail.

Thinking the cat must be hungry, he walked over to the cupboard. He returned with a plate of cat food and placed it before Fudge.

Fudge sniffed it for a few seconds before turning its head away. It looked at Catherine with greedy eyes.

An awkward expression flashed across the man’s face.

She suppressed the desire to laugh before feeding the cat a small piece of the cinnamon roll. The little cat devoured it within seconds.

“Good kitty.”

She patted the cat on the head lovingly. ‘You have much better taste than your owner,’ she thought to herself.

Shaun felt embarrassed. After the cat ate two more bites of the cinnamon roll, it went on to enjoy the churros. This put a frown on the man’s forehead.

“You…”

Catherine seized the opportunity and shoved a piece of churros into his mouth.

A hint of anger flashed across his eyes. Just when he was about to spit it out, the crispy outside of the churros that were coated with cinnamon sugar melted on his tongue.

Instinctively, he began chewing on the dense dough. It was crispy on the outside but soft on the inside. It was delicious.

Surely, he had had churros before. The cooks from Hill household could make numerous kinds of food, but nothing tasted as good as this.

For some reason, the churros that she made brought out the creamy flavor of the milk without making it sickly.

nice?” Catherine asked, cupping her chin with

went out of his eyes when he noticed the smug smile

“It’s just alright.”

eating. The small bite from earlier was

winked playfully. “Didn’t you

I don’t like wasting food,” the man

interrupted

“…”

in astonishment as she had never seen anyone

did not like having sweet foods for breakfast, but he was now devouring the churros, pancakes, and cinnamon

had

the food, but everything that she made was exceptionally delicious. They were even

expectation that this woman could

a little. Coincidentally, she turned her face toward him and their eyes met. “Shaunny, what do

have a dinner appointment

to get changed in the

did not annoy her. It was not unusual for the boss of a multinational business to be

to maintain a good relationship between

table immediately and hurried

leave the house, she

I’m heading off to work as well. If it’s too much

lips while thinking of refusing. However, he eventually nodded upon considering that he had enjoyed the breakfast she made today a

of them took the elevator to

getting into a Bentley or a Maybach, but

this

“Yup.”

sat down

the car. “Shaunny, why did you choose this

the heir of a multinational business, yet he was

and fuel-efficient,” he simply replied while igniting the

way to live, my exceptional

of cheap tissue on the dashboard. Its packaging read ‘### Gas Station—cheapest