Chapter 158: 105: The person at the tip of Mr. Terrence’s heart 3
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She had to let Mr. Lentz know that she was not like those ordinary superficial girls out there.
Hearing this, Olga nodded, smiling, “Emma, what you said makes a lot of sense. ”
Elizabeth Thompson was indeed the top talent in River City.
This breadth of vision and insight was absolutely incomparable to ordinary people.
Olga continued, “1 have to hurry and tell your dad this good news.” This ti, Elizabeth didn’t stop her.
Such good news indeed should be reported to Reg Thompson.
On the other side.
Terrence Lentz drove to the farr’s market.
The environnt here wasn’t very good.
People were coming and going.
You could see uncles and aunts haggling everywhere.
There were also beggars with broken bowls in their hands.
Terrence frowned slightly. He had originally planned to go to the fresh supermarket but recalled that Viola liked the salted goose here, so he ca over.
The salted goose shop was so popular that it required a line.
Terrence stood behind the crowd.
Tall and long-legged, with an excellent temperant, he stood out in the crowd like a crane among chickens, attracting countless glances.
Even many young girls, with blushing faces, ca up to ask for his WhatsApp number.
But all were politely rejected.
Realizing that he already had a fiancée, they couldn’t help but sigh, “Indeed, all the good-looking n belong to others.”
After buying the salted goose, Terrence went to buy so other side dishes and passed by a milk tea shop to get two cups of milk tea.
Only two hours later did he arrive at Viola’s place, carrying everything in his hands.
Ding-dong.
He stood at the door and rang the doorbell.
As expected, Mantou opened the door.
Terrence went to the kitchen with familiarity, tied on an apron, and started washing vegetables and cooking.
Three dishes and one soup were enough for two people.
Since they had a salted goose, only two more dishes and a soup were needed. Viola’s cooking was poor. Usually, the most she made were plain porridge and instant noodles.
While he was cooking, Mantou sat quietly by his side.
Despite being a fat cat, it gave people the illusion of a dog.
Just then, the sound of the door opening filled the air.
Mantou swiftly rushed over, owing nonstop.
Viola picked up the cat with one hand and put down her backpack with the other.
Terrence peeked out from the kitchen doorway, wearing an apron, “Viola, go wash your hands. We can eat right away.”
“Okay.” Viola nodded and turned to go to the bathroom to wash her hands.
When she ca out, Terrence already had the food on the table.
“Thanks for the effort, busy man.”
“l enjoy the process of cooking,” Terrence said with a straight face. If Adam Swantz had heard this, he would’ve jumped with excitent.
Enjoy the process of cooking?
So a person could be shaless to this extent.
Viola picked up her bowl, “Well, then we’re different. I was born with poor culinary skills and get confused in the kitchen.”
“We complent each other perfectly,” Terrence said with a deep tone.
Viola smiled slightly, “That does seem to make so sense.”
Terrence picked up an empty bowl, “Would you like to have so soup before eating?”
“Yes.” Viola nodded slightly.
Terrence stood up to serve her soup.
“Careful with the soup,” Terrence handed the soup to Viola.
Viola took it with both hands, “Thank you.”
“Why be so polite?” Terrence laughed softly.
As the two ate and chatted, Viola occasionally shared the things that happened at school today.
Terrence listened intently.
After dinner, Viola voluntarily went to wash the dishes.
Terrence took the dishes from her, “You focus on reviewing your lessons, leave the rest to .’
“Isn’t that a bit too much?”
She couldn’t just eat and do nothing.
“You need to get used to it,” Terrence said.
Used to it?
Used to what?
Terrence continued, “When you’re with , I’m not used to letting my girl cook or wash dishes.’
A simple sentence, without any excessive decoration.
Viola smiled faintly, “May I ask, Mr. Lentz, how long can you maintain this habit?”
“If you have to set a deadline, then it’s for a lifeti,” Terrence said half-jokingly.
His eyes half-closed, he looked at Viola. The depths of his ink-black eyes seed bottomless.
Viola also laughed, “Then I’ll look forward to it?” “l hope Miss Thompson will supervise.”
Having said that, Terrence went to wash the dishes.
Viola went to water the flowers on the balcony, then took out her books and started reviewing lessons in a serious manner.
She had never been so serious in front of anyone before.
After Terrence finished washing the dishes, he prepared formula milk for
Mantou and only then proposed to leave.
Viola closed the book in her hand, looked up at Terrence, and stuffed a bank card into his hand, “Oh, by the way, this is for you..”
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