Aunt was overly enthusiastic, while Allen Rivera was modest and courteous. He smiled and replied, "You can just call Allen or Little Allen. I have similar tastes to Janie; I like whatever she likes to eat."
Aunt laughed so hard her mouth couldn’t close. "That’s great! You won’t have to worry about three als a day in the future. So many young couples argue because they can’t agree on food!"
With that, she placed a plate of spicy pickled chicken feet in front of Jane McCain.
Jane’s eyes widened imdiately, wanting to ask: Aunt! Are you doing this on purpose?!
Although this is her favorite dish, she’s absolutely mortified to eat chicken feet in front of Allen...
She also doesn’t want to see her god-like boyfriend gnawing on chicken feet in front of everyone.
However, so people act faster than they think.
Allen very cooperatively picked up a chicken foot and gently placed it into Jane’s bowl, smiling softly, "So it turns out you like this. I’ve never seen you eat it before."
"Does Janie always talk about dieting in front of you and only eat salads?" Aunt laughed. "In fact, she loves braised delicacies like chicken feet, duck necks, beef tongue, pig ears, pig tails..."
"Aunt!..." Jane turned crimson, almost gritting her teeth.
Aunt laughed heartily, "Oh dear, she’s shy now. Okay, I won’t say anymore!"
At this mont, Grandma chid in, "What’s there to hide? You’re going to spend your whole life together. Are you going to hide it forever? I think it’s good for Allen to know sooner rather than later."
Usually silent Grandpa also nodded in agreent, "Living together is ultimately about eating and talking together. If you can enjoy als and conversations together, most of your future days will be harmonious."
Jane listened quietly, her head lowered, using her chopsticks to bury the chicken foot into her rice bowl...
Allen glanced at her and smiled, "You’re right. Even though Janie and I haven’t been together for long, we get along very well. My family is in the catering business, and if Janie likes braised foods, she can eat at our place in the future. It’ll be cleaner than those outside shops and prevent any health issues."
One could say he’s very considerate, absolutely flawless.
Jane thought: Catering? ...She only knew Allen had a brother who was a chef.
"Oh, in catering..." Grandpa asked him, "Where is your family from?"
He had subtly entered inquiry mode.
Allen answered, "Our hotown is in Hutton County."
Everyone looked a bit confused.
Allen added, "Phoenix Hill."
Everyone suddenly understood, "Oh! Phoenix Hill, it’s a nice place!"
It’s like everyone knows Mount Everest, but who knows which county it’s in? — It’s in Tingri County, Tibet.
Jane’s uncle said, "The hot spring resort at Phoenix Hill is very famous, called Orchid Palace. I went there once when traveling; it’s huge, and they specifically serve royal cuisine. Many foreigners go there just to experience what ancient emperors ate."
Uncle smacked his lips, as if still savoring, "That taste... If reservations weren’t so difficult, I’d love to eat it again."
Aunt, seeing the greedy look on her husband’s face, couldn’t help but tease him, "You only cared about yourself when there was delicious food. Why didn’t you take and the kids?"
"Ah, it was an organization trip," Uncle explained.
"Just because it was organized doesn’t an you can’t bring family."
"You never like going far, so I thought you wouldn’t go..."
"How would you know if I wouldn’t go if you didn’t ask? Maybe I wanted to go. We’ve been together for half our lives, and while you’re out having royal als, am I supposed to stay ho and watch the kids?" Aunt chattered away, "Even if you don’t think of , what about your parents? They’re getting older, and going to the hot spring resort would be great for their health."
Allen said, "If Uncle and Aunt like it, feel free to co anyti. I’ll have my family arrange it without needing a reservation."
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