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 really good.

meant? Did

"..."

turned red all

her ears

going on with her tonight?

say the noodles I made tasted good?

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

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

deep breath, Xyla avoided his gaze at all costs and proceeded to drink the soup in the

and ate his bowl of noodles next

well-mannered

noodle meal, he made it seem

of noodles, Xyla quickly carried her bowl into the

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

still avoiding his gaze. She turned

heart was still

watched her leave, his smile deepened. His

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