Stanley Batton, who sat next to Xyla Quest, calmly and slowly ate a mouthful of noodles. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it, Five Batton. You are definitely the best cook among the men I've met," Xyla complimented.

It seemed like there was nothing Stanley couldn't do well.

Everything he did, he did it perfectly.

"Hurry up and eat. After dinner, go to bed," he said.

Xyla nodded and continued to eat her bowl of noodles.

She alternated between a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of noodles. Every mouthful warmed her heart and stomach.

"Your noodles taste very good," Xyla said while she ate.

After that, Xyla's face turned red again.

Her choice of words seemed to sound...

A little problematic.

"Really?" Stanley's eyes glistened playfully.

awkwardly. "The noodles you made taste really good.

that what you meant? Did you mean

"..."

had turned red all

her ears

with her tonight?

the noodles I made tasted good? Why aren't you eating?"

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

her head lowered without saying anything as she continued to eat. It felt as if her heart would soon pop out of her chest. Was he flirting

taking a deep breath, Xyla avoided his gaze at all costs and proceeded to

his bowl of

very well-mannered when he

it seem as if they were eating at a

of noodles, Xyla quickly carried her bowl into the

immediately stood up and grabbed hold of her bowl. "Leave it. I'll take care of

Xyla was still avoiding his gaze. She turned

was still

watched her leave, his smile deepened. His

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