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.

noodles you made taste

you meant? Did you mean

"..."

turned red all over by

her ears felt

was going on with her tonight? Why couldn't she say things

the noodles I made tasted good?

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

to eat. It felt as if her heart would soon pop out of her chest. Was he flirting with

breath, Xyla avoided his gaze at all costs and proceeded to drink

and ate his bowl of

well-mannered when he

made it seem as if they were eating at a

finishing her bowl of noodles, Xyla quickly carried

bowl. "Leave it. I'll take care of it. Go to

avoiding his gaze. She turned

was still

watched her leave, his smile deepened. His brows

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