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.

you made taste really

you meant? Did you mean something

"..."

had turned red

ears felt

her tonight? Why couldn't

say the noodles I made tasted good? Why aren't

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

kept her head lowered without saying anything as she continued to eat. It felt as if her heart would soon

all costs and proceeded to drink

quiet and ate his bowl

seemed very well-mannered when

he made it seem as if

her bowl of noodles, Xyla

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

was still avoiding his gaze. She turned

still

smile deepened. His brows seemed to

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