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

that what you meant? Did you mean something else?"

"..."

turned red

her ears

tonight? Why couldn't

the noodles I made tasted good?

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

saying anything as she continued to eat. It felt as if her heart would soon pop

breath, Xyla avoided his gaze at all costs and proceeded

quiet and ate his bowl

very well-mannered when

if it was a simple noodle meal, he made it

bowl of noodles, Xyla quickly carried her bowl into the

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

still avoiding his gaze. She

was still

her leave, his smile deepened. His brows seemed to

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