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

what you meant? Did you mean something

"..."

red had turned red all over by

her ears felt piping

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

made tasted

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

to eat. It felt as if her heart would

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

his bowl of noodles

seemed very well-mannered when

a simple noodle meal, he made it seem as

Xyla quickly

"Leave it. I'll take care of it. Go to bed," he

goodnight." Xyla was still avoiding his gaze. She turned around and

was still pounding abnormally

her leave, his smile

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