"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 her

be praised by his

the best. You

mastering my culinary skills. How else

the dreaded

right, you won't gain weight," he chuckled as he fed her another piece of beef while wearing an affectionate look in

only displaying his soft and affectionate side in front

next to them felt envious when

Stanley adored his

he

the extent

didn't act like

front of his wife

Xyla asked softly with her chin resting

and it became even more apparent since

finally believed a proverb that said a good husband would create an

a child, and that

for her plate of

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

out into the ocean in the morning and relax

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

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