Chapter 245: Chapter 245: The Pitiful Little Maid
At the open-air barbecue stand, there were a few simply assembled tables and so long benches where one could lie down. A few ters away was the charcoal stand, with wisps of white smoke rising above it, soon blown over by the wind, carrying the enticing aroma of grilled at.
A figure in a beautiful long dress was busying herself in front of the barbecue rack.
And a few ters away in the rest area, Matthew Saxon lay lazily on a long bench, his long legs crossed comfortably, hands behind his head, squinting up at the night sky.
Compared to soone who was busy beyond asure, he was indeed leisurely and carefree.
As more and more aromas wafted over, his slender Peach Blossom Eyes lazily opened slightly. He turned his head and glanced at that busy little figure for a while, then lazily urged, "Scarlett Yates, is it done yet?"
"How could it be so fast!" A voice ca from not far away, clear, bright, sweet, and very pleasant, but probably due to a bad mood, the beautiful voice carried a hint of hidden anger.
Matthew Saxon curved his lips, as if her anger was not enough, and urged again, "Why so slow? I’m hungry, hurry up and grill a few skewers to bring over."
"If you think it’s slow, why don’t you do it yourself!" The petite figure paused and turned around. Though the light was not bright, it illuminated her beautiful, sweet little face.
With the heat being grilled, the warmth puffed onto her face, turning her fair cheeks a peachy pink. Her dark eyes sparkling with anger made them particularly bright.
She held a brush for seasoning in one hand, and the other hand was akimbo, her pink lips pressed into a straight line of anger, glaring at him extrely dissatisfied.
Scarlett Yates truly had never seen anyone with thicker skin than Matthew Saxon.
Being soone who does nothing and lies there expecting to eat, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t be so tactless.
Complaining while eating free food?
She was busy running around, wishing she could use both hands and feet. In such weather, standing next to the charcoal fire, she was hot from head to toe, covered in sticky sweat, with the sll of oil smoke all over her.
In contrast, soone was fresh and pristine, calmly lying under a coconut tree, in a lazy heap as if his whole body had no bones, not moving at all.
He was like a pampered Young Master, whose ten fingers hadn’t dipped in soapy water, while she seed like a girl born to do hard labor and serve him.
The disparity in treatnt was far too obvious.
If not for the fact that he had generously gifted her that golden abacus, she wouldn’t want to be this miserable little servant girl!
"Scarlett, I’m hungry."
Without any self-awareness, seeing her expression was not good, he complained further, adding fuel to the fire, "You’re really too slow. With efficiency like this, by the ti it’s done, I’ll starve to death."
Scarlett Yates genuinely wanted to smash the oil brush she held onto his begging-for-a-beating disaster face.
She sneered, "If the Young Master can’t wait, he could also do it himself. I’m just this slow. If you don’t want to wait, you can go sowhere else to buy ready-made food."
She really didn’t get it.
The barbecue stands by the beach weren’t all self-service. Those specializing in barbecues didn’t attract him, yet he rented the rack for her to grill for him.
Did he really think he could boss her around as if she were a maid?
The more Scarlett thought about it, the angrier she beca; her eyes were getting rounder, filled with resentnt and anger.
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