Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

When the door was opened, a welcoming little home with a simple design came into view.

There was not a speck of dust visible in Stanley Barton’s home. Everything was arranged according to size and height in an orderly manner. Xyla Quest could tell that he was a very organized person in life.

Coupled with Stanley’s behavior during their meals, Xyla was sure that Stanley had hints of an obsessive compulsive disorder. In fact, he may even be a neat freak.

Xyla put on a pair of slippers before lifting the edge of her dress slightly and looking around the living room.

“Where’s your kitchen?” She asked.

“Over there…” Stanley pointed at the kitchen as he spoke.

Xyla immediately took out the Chinese medicinal herbs and brought them into the kitchen.

“What do you need? Let me help you…” Stanley followed her into the kitchen.

“Nothing at all. All I need is this pot,” Xyla said as she pointed at a white pot on the kitchen top.

After that, she opened the packs of Chinese medicinal herbs before placing the correct portions into the pot. She carefully described the amount needed for each type of herbs firmly as she did so.

Meanwhile, Stanley listened carefully right next to her. Once the important part was done, Xyla poured water into the pot until it was full. She then covered it up and began to boil it.

“We’re done here. Once the water starts to boil, continue cooking it for thirty minutes. After that, pour the water out and soak your elbow with it. Do you get it?” Xyla asked with a serious expression on her face.

“Yeah,” Stanley said.

take my

Stanley said

like to eat? I’ll cook for

“Anything works,” he said.

to her. When she saw that the

a few simple dishes for you,”

and nodded slightly before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. The instant he did so,

including stir-fried eggs with green pepper,

took

done, the Chinese

them out of the kitchen. Right then, Stanley was reading the newspapers in front of the coffee table in the living room. There were colorful lights outside the window that seemed like

white, making him feel even

Xyla could never get enough of the view

will we eat?” Xyla

eat here,” Stanley said as

coffee table. Every dish looked good and smelled good. The hot steam that wafted through the air seemed to be

use to soak

to the bathroom to retrieve