Chapter 246: Chapter 246: A Good Woman Does Not Argue with Scoundrels
"Other grilled food is nowhere near as tasty as what Scarlett makes." Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a mischievous smile.
Yawning lazily, he rubbed his forehead and shalessly said, "Homade food from Scarlett is worth waiting a bit longer for."
Scarlett Yates had long gotten used to his sweet talk. Initially, it felt nauseating; now it only made a few goosebumps appear, and she wouldn’t be so easily swayed by his fancy words anymore.
She snorted coldly, speaking without a hint of warmth, "Then, Young Master, you can slowly wait."
Having said that, she turned around, unwilling to converse with him any further.
Every ti she talks to him, she always has to endure quite a lot. Clearly, she wants to give him a good punch, but for various reasons, can only imagine it in her head to get so satisfaction. She feared she’d develop so problem from holding back so often.
So, if she can speak less with him, she’ll try to do so.
That mouth, which looks like it symbolizes fickleness, is really unlikable.
She had just turned around, picked up a brush to apply a layer of golden oil onto the beef skewer that was emitting a rich aroma, when she heard that detestable voice lazily pipe up behind her again, "Go easy on the chili powder, brush less oil, don’t make it too salty, don’t put too much cumin powder, and don’t grill it too long; if the surface gets burnt, it won’t taste good. Don’t grill the kebab too well done, seven or eight parts cooked is enough. Oh, and don’t sprinkle any onion, not a single one; I don’t like it."
Inhale, exhale, deep breaths...
Endure, she must endure; she absolutely cannot lower herself to the level of this damn man.
Anyway, it’s only this one ti; she agreed to only this one ti.
No matter what unreasonable or troubleso requests he has, she’ll try to fulfill as many as she can.
Scarlett Yates took several deep breaths before slowly pressing down the anger within her.
A wise woman doesn’t fight with a jerk; she must ignore that obnoxious voice behind her, pretending she heard nothing.
But sadly, soone didn’t want her to have an easy ti. Not hearing her reply, he repeated his requests once more, then, infuriatingly added, "Start with grilling sothing that’s easy and quick to cook. Once it’s done, bring it to
first."
Scarlett Yates took another deep breath but still couldn’t suppress the anger boiling up to her head.
She bit her lip hard, turned around, and glared at him, "Young Master, there’s a fine dining restaurant just 20 ters away from here. The environnt is beautiful, food is clean and delicious; I think you still have ti to change your mind."
Matthew Saxon obviously didn’t think so. He tilted his head, supporting half his face with one hand, squinting with a lazy deanor as he looked at her, "I’ve grown sick of eating that stuff every day."
"You were the one who just promised that you’d handle dinner entirely, Scarlett, are you going back on your word?"
Scarlett Yates let out a cold snort from her nose, "Once I promise you sothing, I won’t go back on it."
Unlike him, who made the agreent then didn’t keep it, and would seize any chance to get handsy with her, utterly sleazy.
"Oh, then I’m relieved."
Matthew Saxon smiled, teasing eyes flowing with charm, casually pulled a magazine from the table beside him and flipped through it, covered his mouth and yawned again, "Alright then, I won’t rush you, just don’t glare your eyes so wide and pout your lips so high; they’re about to hang soy sauce."
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