"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

man who didn't like to be

insisted. "You're the best. You

stop mastering my culinary skills. How else will I make

she heard the dreaded words.

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

this way with Xyla, only displaying his soft and

them felt envious when he saw

Stanley adored

he

the extent of it.

didn't act

of his

tomorrow?" Xyla asked softly with

a gentle temperament, and it became even

finally believed a proverb that said a good

child, and that was exactly what Stanley

her plate of

proceeding

cut it into bite-sized

the ocean in

afternoon. We'll have dinner by the beach and

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