Chose a noodle shop for lunch.
Ever since Isabella Weaver married Harry Hunter, she started dining more elegantly with him, and at ho, the servants often made such a large table of dishes that they couldn’t possibly finish them. Yet, when she ate alone, she remained as frugal and simple as before.
The noodles at this restaurant were very chewy, the broth was delicious, the side dishes were crunchy and appetizing, and even the free lemon water was refreshing and tasty—it was extrely popular.
She had Secretary Landon reserve a seat early in the morning and place an order, only then could they co to eat here, otherwise, just waiting in line would take more than an hour.
Halfway through the al, Isabella was astonished to see a man enter at the door, so handso that he attracted all eyes in the restaurant.
He looked indifferent, his gaze lightly scanned the room, then walked straight to her, sat beside her, naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, and took a sip of the lemon water she had just sipped through a straw.
Then, his warm lips, carrying the pleasant scent of lemon, landed on her forehead: "What’s the matter, don’t recognize your husband?"
The forehead he kissed felt a little tingling, and the waist held by his hand felt a bit warm, Isabella looked up at him: "Why did you co?"
"Because soone bullied my wife, and I’m here to settle her for you."
Isabella felt warmth in her heart, noticing quite a few people in the restaurant glancing their way, especially many won, all looking at Harry.
She declared her sovereignty in disregard, hugging Harry’s arm: "No one bullied , I bullied others!"
She smiled and pointed at Grace Watt and Secretary Landon sitting opposite her: "I have a strong lineup here, ordinary people are no match."
Harry was not quite satisfied: "Still a bit short on people, these two are rather dull, I’ll find you soone a bit smarter."
Grace: "..."
Secretary Landon: "..."
Young Master, who are you calling dull?
Could you not say it to our faces? We have so dignity too, okay?!
The two could only secretly curse in their hearts, not daring to go head-to-head with Young Master, so they translated their grievances into appetite, slurping up their noodles, and the large bowl of beef noodles quickly reached the bottom.
Harry shook his head: "Crude."
Then looked at his little wife eat with a face full of affection: "So cute."
Grace and Secretary Landon couldn’t eat any more, Young Master, is this really okay? Clearly, we’re eating noodles, too, slurping away, why is it only your wife is cute?
The two put down their bowls and chopsticks and walked out together, filled with grief and indignation.
The air was full of the scent of romance—they needed to get so fresh air!
Staying here a little longer, who knows what Harry might say next to roast them!
Isabella’s mood lifted with Harry’s arrival, seeing him chase away Grace and Landon made her laugh uncontrollably, his sharp tongue often left people defenseless.
"Have you had lunch?"
"No." He received a ssage from Grace, knowing Cora Ginger was causing trouble, he rushed over right after work without having had a chance to eat.
"The noodles here take a long ti; you eat mine first, and I’ll order you a bowl."
As Isabella spoke, she looked at the bowl of noodles she’d half finished and felt letting the esteed Young Master Hunter, CEO of Star Region Group, eat this was really quite shabby, she herself felt a bit embarrassed.
"Never mind, let’s switch places, how about going to the Western restaurant across the street?"
Harry knew she wanted him to eat a bit better, such a sweet little wife!
Ignoring all the surrounding gazes, he smiled and pulled her into his arms: "I’ve already had David order, added so money, so it should arrive quickly, no need to switch restaurants, this place is nice, you go ahead and eat, don’t mind ."
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