Chapter 1266: Chapter 1266: At Least This Way He Doesn’t Seem Lonely_1 Chapter 1266: Chapter 1266: At Least This Way He Doesn’t Seem Lonely_1 Lyke Zhekova was finally ready to move on to the next piece.
The chicken liver was as tender as it looked, without a hint of gaminess.
It was so tender that it didn’t seem like chicken liver at all.
It lacked the fibrous texture of chicken liver and instead felt like half-cooked chicken hearts.
No, even more tender than that.
“It’s so good.” Lyke Zhekova comnted.
“That’s quite rare.” Peggy Lewis explained to Cindy Clarke, “He doesn’t usually like chicken liver.
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It’s a rare achievent to make it taste good for him.”
“You should try so.” Cindy Clarke suggested.
Peggy Lewis also took a bite.
The chicken liver was so tender it seed to burst with juices.
Peggy Lewis clasped her hand over her mouth in surprise.
Adrian Zhekova had already tasted Cindy Clarke’s grilled chicken liver before.
So this ti he didn’t reach for the chicken liver first but took a skewer of Lantern skewers instead.
“It’s a pity the the this ti isn’t kebabs, otherwise, you would definitely win with these Lantern skewers alone.” Adrian Zhekova laughed.
The “Lantern skewers” were a combination of skewered chicken thighs and chicken eggs.
First, they skewered two pieces of chicken thigh.
Then they took immature chicken eggs.
cavity and yolk from within the chicken, placing it at the top of the bamboo skewer.
When the skewers were lifted, they looked like they were holding two lanterns.
The egg yolk was semi-cooked, and when bitten into, imdiately burst.
Before swallowing the egg yolk, they bit into a piece of chicken thigh.
The combined taste was smooth, tender, and silky.
“Oh my gosh!” Peggy Lewis exclaid, “Never did I imagine that one day we could have this at ho.
It’s sothing you can only get in specific Izakayas (Japanese drinking establishnts that serve food).”
Even in Japan, it’s not every Izakaya that serves Lantern skewers.
Only a few do.
It’s a dish that requires ticulous preparation and tests one’s skills.
Even fewer are found in Hearth Nation.
In places like the Capitol and solin City, which attract a variety of international cuisines and famous restaurants, there are a few places where you can actually get this dish.
Peggy Lewis believed that what they were eating now is as authentic as it gets and rivals eating it in Japan.
Peggy Lewis couldn’t help but take a small sip of her drink.
“By the way, I heard from Teacher Gordon that Samson Zhekova may also have absolute taste?” Cindy Clarke asked.
“I forgot all about it.” Adrian Zhekova said, “We’re only assuming that Samson Zhekova has absolute taste, we haven’t confird it.
Because this ability can’t be validated.
There are way too many seasoning and flavouring ingredients in the world for us to verify one by one.”
Cindy Clarke nodded: “I’m the sa way.
So even though it’s called absolute taste, I haven’t really determined all the flavors.”
Adrian Zhekova nodded as well: “But at least for now, it seems like Samson must be pretty similar to you.”
This made Cindy Clarke very happy.
She used to feel lonely because she thought she was the only one.
But knowing now that Samson Zhekova, in a way, is just like her.
It made her feel the joy of having a companion.
She wasn’t lonely anymore.
“I’m getting jealous.” Adrian Zhekova suddenly told Cindy Clarke.
“Huh?” Cindy Clarke hesitated.
Why was Adrian Zhekova getting jealous out of nowhere?
“It’s as if there’s so special common ground between you and Samson,” Adrian Zhekova leaned toward Cindy Clarke’s ear and whispered, “It makes jealous.”
Cindy Clarke:”…”
What was he talking about?
This was making him jealous?
“Seeing how happy you looked just now, it seed like you and Samson are the only ones who are a perfect match.” Adrian Zhekova added.
Cindy Clarke:”…”
So this was not sothing Adrian Zhekova forgot to tell her about, but sothing he was apparently deliberate in not ntioning.
“You’re even jealous of this!” Cindy Clarke said, sowhat annoyed, “Even if we do share the sa ability, we’re never going to be together.
In private, he’s my brother-in-law.
Professionally, he’s my colleague.”
There was no reason for him to be jealous.
“I know.” A sowhat pitiful Adrian Zhekova replied, “But I’m still jealous.
It feels like the two of you have sothing in common, sothing to talk about.”
“All right.” Cindy Clarke capitulated, “I won’t bring it up anymore.”
Adrian Zhekova exhaled: “Never mind, let’s wait until Samson cos back from leading the team.
Then you two can communicate.”
“Won’t you get jealous?” Cindy Clarke chuckled.
“No, my brain must be ssed up.” Adrian Zhekova admitted after thinking it over.
He realized he was being sowhat silly.
Talking about being jealous was fine, but talking about his brain being ssed up was out of bounds.
After all, she was a chef.
Cindy Clarke imdiately said: “This entire al was made by .
Did it really ss up your brain?”
Adrian Zhekova:”…”
“I was wrong.” Adrian Zhekova imdiately conceded.
Peggy Lewis and Lyke Zhekova, watching from the sidelines, cringed so hard their teeth ached.
Lyke Zhekova stopped eating altogether.
There was still one piece of chicken liver left on his skewer, but he left it uneaten and placed it in front of him, saying: “I can’t eat another bite, my teeth are aching from all the cringing.”
Peggy Lewis burst into laughter and fell into Lyke Zhekova’s arms.
“Those two are too much.
They’re already an old married couple but they’re flirting in front of us,” Peggy Lewis told Lyke Zhekova.
Not bothering to lower her voice, she wanted Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke to hear.
Really, they were just trying to enjoy their food when out of nowhere these two started playing lovey-dovey, it made them cringe so hard they couldn’t eat anymore.
Was that appropriate?
“That’s right.” Lyke Zhekova agreed, placing an arm around Peggy Lewis’s shoulders.
Because they were guests at Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke’s house, and with little kids around, Lyke Zhekova was always too mindful to make any intimate moves with Peggy Lewis.
He had been wanting to hold her like this for a while.
But since Adrian Zhekova didn’t seem to care, then he shouldn’t be concerned either.
Looking at Adrian Zhekova’s behaviour and Morgan Zhekova’s reaction, it seed like Adrian often displayed his affection in front of his son, unconcerned and unembarrassed.
In that case, he wouldn’t hold back either.
Who else doesn’t know how to flirt?
“Fortunately, we’re married now.” Lyke Zhekova said thankfully, “Their antics can’t hurt us anymore.”
“Indeed.” Peggy agreed, “I used to hate coming over because I felt like a third wheel here.
It was too uncomfortable.”
Before, Peggy Lewis didn’t dare say so.
She was afraid that Adrian Zhekova would be annoyed with her.
But now that she had Lyke Zhekova’s support, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
She finally spoke her mind.
“Don’t worry about it.
From now on we won’t be scared.
We can co over every day.
We won’t get hurt by them anymore.” Lyke Zhekova assured her.
Adrian Zhekova:”…”
Coming over every day was a bit much!
If that were the case, they would have to move.
Morgan Zhekova looked at Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke, then at Peggy Lewis and Lyke Zhekova.
He thought they were all being really an.
Did he say anything wrong?
Usually at ho, he was often on the receiving end of his Dad’s antics.
And now he had to endure his Fourth Grandfather and Godmother’s antics as well?
Why did he have to bear all this himself?
He was still a little boy!
The little guy blurted out: “Next ti I’ll also invite Penelope Carter for dinner!”
Even though Penelope Carter was not his girlfriend, at least it would appear he wasn’t alone.
Everyone:”…”
“Let’s eat, let’s eat.” Cindy Clarke hastily said.
She wasn’t intentionally flirting, it was all because of Adrian Zhekova.
Lyke Zhekova takes a sip of his drink.
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