"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.

grinning at her

who didn't like to be

it's true," she insisted. "You're the best. You don't

true, I won't stop mastering my culinary skills. How else will I make you gain weight, hmm?"

frown when she heard the dreaded words. "Tsk! I don't want to

right, you won't gain weight," he chuckled as he fed her another

with Xyla, only displaying his soft and affectionate side in front

them felt envious

adored

he

extent

didn't act

in front of his wife

we going tomorrow?" Xyla asked softly with

and it became even more apparent

said a

like a child, and that

her

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

head out into the ocean in the

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

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