"No wonder! This restaurant is pretty awesome," Xyla Quest declared.

"I invited him to come," Stanley Batton told her.

"Oh, impressive! I like his food."

He then took a bite of a piece of medium-rare beef.

"Do you?" he asked, lowering his gaze to cut a piece of beef before feeding it to her.

"Yeah, I do," she nodded with a smile, chewing in contentment.

"That's settled, then. I'll hire the chef to work at our house from now on," he decided.

"Let's not," she said hastily. "You know I'm not used to having too many strangers in the house."

"In that case, forget it. I'll learn a few things from this chef and do the cooking from now on."

"Okay, but I think my husband is better than any Michelin star chef," she teased.

She wasn't lying.

Stanley's cooking skills were indeed on par with Michelin star chefs.

He had improved by leaps and bounds after lots of practical cooking experience.

questioned, grinning at

didn't like to be praised by his wife, and

true," she insisted. "You're the best. You don't need to learn

that was true, I won't stop mastering my culinary skills. How else will I

the dreaded words. "Tsk! I don't want

chuckled as he fed her another piece of beef while

way with Xyla, only displaying

them felt envious

Stanley adored his wife,

he

extent of

didn't act like

front of

going tomorrow?" Xyla asked

had a gentle temperament, and it became even more apparent

finally believed a proverb that said a good

and that was exactly

for her plate

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

for her. "We'll head out into the ocean in the morning and relax

Then, we'll go surfing in the afternoon. We'll have dinner by the beach and then go to

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