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

"..."

red had turned red all over by

ears felt piping

her tonight? Why couldn't she say things

you say the noodles I made tasted

"I'm eating now..."

"Alright, come on."

kept her head lowered without saying anything as she continued to eat. It felt as if her heart would soon pop out of her

Xyla avoided his gaze at all

ate his bowl of noodles next

seemed very well-mannered

it seem

noodles, Xyla quickly carried

of her bowl. "Leave

gaze. She

heart was still

his smile deepened. His brows seemed to

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