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.

"The noodles you made taste

Did you mean something else?" He

"..."

turned red all

her ears felt piping

on with her tonight? Why couldn't she

you say the noodles I made tasted good? Why

"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

at all costs and proceeded to drink the soup in the

ate his bowl of

seemed very well-mannered when

it was a simple noodle meal, he made it seem as if

her bowl of noodles, Xyla quickly carried her bowl

up and grabbed hold of her bowl. "Leave it. I'll take care of it. Go to bed,"

gaze. She turned around and headed upstairs

heart was still pounding

watched her leave, his smile

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