How delicious! I didn’t know my sister-in-law had this ability and should come over for dinner in the future.
Anthony thought in his heart.
After finishing a bowl, Anthony held it beautifully and looked at Alice.
-Can I have another bowl?
Alice looked at him and saw that his expression was full of boundless hope as if he had gotten drunk from drinking chowder, so she couldn’t help but smile.
For all cooks, someone would love their cooking was a form of affirmation and compliment.
Although Alice was not a cook, she had cooked this meal today and the fact that Anthony liked her cooking so much was a special kind of affirmation and compliment for her.
In her heart she was naturally happy and, she simply stood up and picked up her bowl.
-Of course, I’ll pour it for you.
At that moment, however, Kennedy, who had been sitting quietly, finally couldn’t help himself and spoke in a cold voice.
-Have you no hands of your own?
The abruptly sounding voice made both of them freeze. When Anthony and Kennedy looked at each other, Anthony clearly saw the strong warning under his inky eyes.
He was silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze and stood up, -I’d better do it myself!
Then he took the bowl from Alice’s hand again and rose to pour the chowder himself, depressed in his heart.
Kennedy must have been jealous that he had the chowder served by his sister-in-law but he didn’t.
It was then that Alice noticed that Kennedy hadn’t touched the chopsticks since he sat down.
No appetite? Alice couldn’t tell for a moment what he had in mind, so she could only grab a bowl to serve him a bowl of chowder as well.
-You warm yourself with a bowl of chowder.
Anthony secretly glanced at Kennedy.
Kennedy looked at the bowl of chowder in front of him and secretly compared it in his mind that it seemed to be a little more than Anthony’s, so he felt a little more comfortable.
She raised her eyes and looked coldly at Alice.
I have forgiven you.
In fact, he hadn’t wanted Alice to help herself to the chowder, but had served it to Anthony and then set him aside, which made it annoying.
Alice see that Kennedy had finally moved, picking up the chowder and bringing it to her lips. When she had taken a sip and set the bowl down, she asked him hurriedly, -How was it?
Anthony liked it very much, so that meant he had made a good chowder.
Kennedy didn’t answer him.
Seeing that she looked at him with a white face and expectant eyes that seemed to speak, -Praise me, praise me, praise me quickly.
-It’s good. Kennedy, this assistant of yours cooks well. I think… we may come here often for dinner in the future.
At the word, Kennedy’s look grew cold and the voice also remained indifferent a few degrees.
-It’s bland.
Alice’s once expectant gaze turned instantly dark and dull. Anthony’s smile also froze on his lips and he said after a good while, -You’re too picky. You think everyone is perfect like the cooks in his family? Don’t be too picky when you go to someone else’s house for dinner.
-Okay… -Alice hastened to explain, “I think he’s right. I’m not a professional cook, so my cooking isn’t that good either. Let’s eat first.
After saying that, Alice picked up her bowl and started eating.
In fact, Kennedy’s response was predictable by her because she didn’t expect Kennedy to praise her, that wouldn’t be Kennedy.
She was fine.
However, the scene that she began to eat by bowing her head, entered Kennedy’s heart, making him narrow his eyes. Was it her illusion?
I always felt that this woman seemed to be disappointed?
Disappointed in what, that he hadn’t complimented her?
But Anthony had already complimented her so much. Did she need his approval?
Anthony, on the other hand, cursed Kennedy in his heart.
The three people had different thoughts in their hearts as they ate.
After dinner, Alice put the dishes away in the kitchen and Anthony took the moment to tell Kennedy.
-Kennedy, are there people who chase girls like that?
Hearing that, Kennedy frowned, “What did you say?
-Did I say something wrong? Would it kill you to compliment someone who had a hard time cooking for you? Would you lose a piece of meat?
Anthony leaned in and lowered his voice, -Don’t blame me for not reminding you. You won’t be able to chase girls like that.
Kennedy finally glanced at him.
Anthony trembled at this look, however, coughing slightly and averted his gaze, -Forget what I said. Unfortunately … it is a pity for the assistant to have carefully prepared such a meal, but it does not earn the others a good word. She is girl, that I do not know whether she will be sad.
Kennedy said nothing.
The phone rang suddenly and Kennedy looked at the caller ID.
-I forgot to solve Zoe when I came in. If Leonardo is calling you to get you in trouble? Anthony came over and explained in a high-pitched voice after looking at the caller ID.
Kennedy calmly answered the phone.
-Grandpa.
-I told you to stall Zoe, where have you been?
Kennedy pursed his thin lips, looked suddenly at Anthony and explained in a light voice, -Anthony got into trouble and asked me to solve it for him.
Anthony suddenly became a scapegoat.
How innocent!
-What? Anthony has done nothing good all day. Ignore him and come back now. I have something important to discuss with you.
Something important…
Kennedy narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously glanced towards the kitchen before speaking coldly, -I’m afraid I can’t, Grandfather. I’m busy with other things at the moment.
-Didn’t I say ignore Anthony? Hurry up and come back. This is important today.
-Here comes trouble, I’ll hang up first,” Kennedy finished speaking and hung up Leonardo’s phone directly, without making a face.
Anthony’s eyes widened, -An important matter? It can’t be to discuss your marriage to Zoe?
Kennedy didn’t answer.
His face was a little evil and his thin lips remained pursed.
Anthony looked towards the kitchen, -I tell you it won’t get away from you? Leonardo will definitely arrange a compromise from you and Zoe. It will probably be hard for you to resist.
-I still don’t need others to make decisions for me.
No one could, even if he’s your grandfather.
-But that’s your grandfather. Okay, um… I think this is pretty serious. Shall we go back first? Running away isn’t an option either.
Just then, Alice came out of the kitchen, prepared a plate of fruit and put it in front of the two of them, bending down.
But Anthony suddenly said, -Assistant, it’s too late now, we have to go back.
Hearing this, Alice froze and then looked at the watch on her wrist.
It was seven o’clock, it was indeed getting late. She hadn’t expected the time to pass so quickly. She nodded dazedly and said, -Okay, I’ll walk you downstairs then.