The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 211: Did You Make These Dishes?

Just as she was thinking, she saw Aunt Wang bringing over a tureen, her eyes crinkled with smiles: "Madam, there’s still so soup here, do try it."

With that, she served a bowl of soup to Maya Monroe.

Maya accepted it: "Thank you."

Her eyes examined the slightly murky soup base, sohow feeling the color combination this ti was a bit strange...

Ian Rowe lightly coughed, his expression sowhat unnatural: "It won’t be as tasty once it gets cold, go ahead and try it."

Maya nodded, casually picking up a piece of at and putting it into her mouth to chew.

Ian’s movents paused, his gaze focused on Maya, watching her slowly chew with her lips still looking radiant.

His Adam’s apple rolled slightly, a hint of barely discernible anxiety in his eyes: "How does it taste?"

Ever since he had tasted his own failed creation last ti, Ian had never cooked for Maya again. Until this ti, after honing his culinary skills for a long ti and finally receiving Vincent Sumrs’ tearful nod of approval, he felt confident enough to finally serve the dishes at the table.

Seeing Maya’s stiff, hesitant expression, the movent of his fingers froze.

"What, is it not tasty?"

A deep voice sounded, snapping Maya back to her senses imdiately.

"No, it’s quite good."

Maya loves food, but from a certain perspective, she’s actually not very picky.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief internally, but then thought about the difference in culinary skills between himself and Aunt Wang. Could it be that Maya claid it was delicious just to spare his feelings? Has she already realized that he made these dishes?

"If you don’t like it, don’t eat it, don’t force yourself."

Ian also tasted several dishes himself and found the flavor to be decent. However, the dishes Maya had eaten previously were all gourt foods, so what he made certainly wouldn’t quite suit her palate...

Maya cast a casual glance at Ian, and upon seeing his sowhat anxious pondering expression and the steady glances cast towards her, a bold guess suddenly erged in her mind.

"Honey, did you personally make these dishes?"

Ian did not speak, but his expression imdiately beca sowhat unnatural.

Aunt Wang spoke at the right mont: "Yes, yes, the gentleman prepared these dishes for a long ti! He’s been busy since noon until now, and burnt three pots before he managed to prepare the dishes satisfactorily to serve on the table!!"

Ian had already instructed her not to ntion the cooking to Maya, but Aunt Wang found his reticence over this quite unnecessary. Why hide kindness from soone, not letting them know? So, taking advantage of Maya’s questioning, Aunt Wang straightforwardly explained, hoping Maya would be touched by it, which would be all the better.

Maya instinctively looked towards Ian, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Though she had suspected this possibility, she could hardly believe Ian would personally cook such a large spread of dishes for her.

Ian felt her gaze and t her eyes: "Otherwise, let the kitchen prepare another serving, don’t force yourself."

"No need, wasting food isn’t a good habit. Besides..." Maya smiled softly, "These dishes are indeed tasty, thank you for your effort, honey."

Actually, Maya’s heart wasn’t as calm as she appeared. Sohow, when she t Ian’s eyes, she found herself sowhat flustered.

Ian’s gaze... when did it beco so gentle? Like spring water that could drown a person.

Not only was she astonished by Ian’s contrasting change, but there seed to be another reason causing the turmoil within her heart, albeit she couldn’t quite articulate what it was. She was inexplicably a bit restless.

Looking up, she could see Ian dining, his head slightly lowered, his expression serene and gentle, conveying a sense of peacefulness.

Maya slowly retracted her gaze; the present mont was overly cozy, her hand froze, and the fork fell down directly.

Aunt Wang bent down to pick it up: "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"

Ian’s gaze also turned over, carrying a hint of concern.

"I’m fine... just slipped my hand."

After dining, Maya headed upstairs, her hand on the banister, briefly sweeping over the familiar surroundings.

Once she reached the corner, she turned left, stretching out her hand to ruffle her hair irritably.

As for the layout and decoration of this villa, she was already so familiar with it.

*

Ian looked at the noticeably diminished food on the table, his lips curling into a smile.

Aunt Wang spoke beside him: "Madam must have really enjoyed the food; I saw her finish all the rice in her bowl, and she ate noticeably more dishes than usual. It must be because you personally cooked them."

Aunt Wang’s words exactly hit the sweet spot in Ian’s heart.

His mood instantly brightened, and he took out his phone to send several red envelopes to Vincent Sumrs as compensation for "testing the food."

[Vincent Sumrs has received your red envelope]

[Vincent Sumrs: What’s going on?! Ian, why are you suddenly so generous?!]

[Vincent Sumrs retracted a ssage]

[Vincent Sumrs: Ian, you’re my good brother, benefactor, in my next life I shall follow you again!!]

[Vincent Sumrs: The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel, there’s no free pie from the sky, Ian, are you planning on pranking ?]

[Vincent Sumrs: Ian, reply to , I’m scared...]

[Vincent Sumrs: Ian...]

Ian calmly shifted his gaze away.

Why wouldn’t he be pleased to receive money?

After heading upstairs, Maya didn’t imdiately fall asleep, but to avoid trouble, she feigned sleep as she had before.

Soon, a soft rustling sound was heard again — Ian had returned.

His scent was unique and appealing, with steady wood fragrance intermingled with a hint of mint’s coolness.

Maya continued to keep her eyes closed, yet she found herself unable to ignore Ian beside her this ti. Whether it be his scent or the sound of his steady breathing.

*

Maya attended the shoot the next day with dark circles under her eyes.

This ti it was an advertisent shoot.

"Miss Monroe, your dark circles are so severe! Have you been staying up late these days?"

"No."

Just stayed up last night.

Maya lifted her head, feeling the makeup artist seed sowhat familiar, and asked curiously, "Have I seen you sowhere before?"

The other laughed: "I’ve done your makeup before, thinking about it, it’s quite a coincidence!"

"It is quite a coincidence." Maya nodded.

"You seem to really like doing snack endorsents, why? I thought jewelry or watches, those luxury items are the best proof of elevating your status."

"I don’t lack those."

The makeup artist paused, then broke into a smile.

Indeed, given Maya’s current popularity, invitations for endorsents from big brands must be piling up.

"Also, with these endorsents, I get lots of freebies. Whether it’s candies or jerky, I quite like them, and it lasts quite a while."

The makeup artist looked at her incredulously: "So... the reason you like doing snack advertisents is because you like the snack freebies from the brands?"