After a brief thought, Artie gave an example: "It’s like the seafood we caught from the sea. Eating it on the boat and eating it after bringing it down makes a difference. The more you talk, the more deliciousness you lose. Hurry and start eating, I’ll cook one for Sumr and bring it to her."
Artie, in a flurry, took the at that fell out of the second king crab leg to Sumr Fairmont, who was busy in the open kitchen.
While walking, he didn’t forget to shout back to Sean Lowell: "Master, you better try it quickly, or else when Artie cos back, it won’t taste the sa anymore."
"Watch your step." Leo Vaughn watched as Artie hurried away with a bit of nervousness and followed along.
"Ah, brother, didn’t Artie tell you to eat quickly?" The Devilish Lolita was a bit unhappy that her brother was desecrating gourt food at a crucial mont and couldn’t prioritize.
Leo took the small dish from Artie’s hand: "Brother will help you deliver it to Sumr, you go and cook one for brother, so nothing gets delayed."
"That makes sense. Cooking king crab is also an art. Artie is amazingly skilled, like a legend." The Pouting Siren quickly agreed.
Leo brought the crab at Artie prepared to the busy Sumr Fairmont in the kitchen.
Sumr, busy with handling the remaining four king crabs, had her hands full and didn’t turn her head.
Artie would often feed Sumr while she was cooking, and at first, Sumr was adamant in refusing.
But unable to resist The Pouting Siren’s persistence, which severely affected Sumr’s cooking pace,
they gradually struck a tacit understanding.
If Artie encountered sothing he particularly liked, he could feed Sumr once, so she knew what Artie liked and could make more of it.
Leo, taking over Artie’s "job," stood behind Sumr for two seconds. When he saw that she didn’t respond, he directly handed the dish to her side.
Having grown accustod to Artie’s regular feeding, Sumr slightly tilted her head, adjusting her posture to accept the food.
Leo hesitated for another two seconds before feeding a large piece of king crab leg at into Sumr’s mouth.
The crab leg was plump and long, with plenty of at.
It was hard to fit it all in one bite.
Sumr was rather surprised; the tacit understanding she’d developed with Artie over the years about only feeding one bite at a ti had vanished after just a few days apart.
Sumr wanted to say sothing, but her mouth was too full.
Her entire mouth was packed with king crab at, just short of overflowing.
Sumr thought about expressing a bit of protest with her eyes and slightly turned her head to see Leo.
Then, she was so startled that she almost spat out the crab leg stuffed in her mouth.
The situation was quite awkward.
The most awkward scene in history was not just Leo and Sumr.
In terms of weight, Gordon Sterling’s awkwardness surpassed the total of Sumr and Leo.
Gordon just watched this group perform, neither speaking nor eating.
He realized he had been tricked into an overwhelming lie.
Who has heard of a hot pot with only clear water and no dipping sauces?
Such a rare occurrence!
Even rarer is that Sean Lowell obediently went along with it, and after taking a bite, he even closed his eyes to savor it.
When Gordon took Sean to eat at a Michelin three-star restaurant, Sean never showed such an expression.
He always had the deanor of the aloof Jilted, uninterested in earthly food.
Even if it’s sothing his own sister made, isn’t this level of flattery a bit much?
"Gordon, aren’t you going to try? This is honestly the best king crab I’ve ever eaten in my life, bar none."
Sean’s tone was so sincere that it made Gordon question his existence.
He’s seen sycophants, but never one who would flatter even plain water.
"Strear Sterling, you should try it quickly. If you hesitate any longer, Artie might eat it all up. Have you ever tried cooking the finest A5 Wagyu beef from Japan with Lake Okutama’s water? Probably only that can co sowhat close to this experience."
As Artie spoke, she put the cooked crab at into Leo’s dish, prepping for her brother to co and eat quickly.
Then she saw the scene of Leo feeding Sumr.
Artie decisively lowered her Lolita face, silently chanting "see no evil" three tis.
As long as the Devilish Lolita was willing to bow her head, her devilish figure would undoubtedly block all her views.
This ti, as the global president of Cupid, she was definitely going to score big on Islay Island, wasn’t she?
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