Looking into those eyes, Matthew Saxon couldn’t bring himself to say "not tasty." Besides, although the atball was not fresh, not real beef, and had many additives, it still tasted quite good.
Matthew swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded, and gave what was, for him, a very high praise: "Not bad."
If soone else had said this, it might have sounded a bit perfunctory.
But coming from Matthew, it was extrely high praise. You should know, even the talented chefs of the Saxon Family rarely received such praise.
Seeing the food she recomnded earn such high praise, Scarlett Yates was delighted. She fed another atball to Matthew’s mouth: "Then have another one."
This was the first ti Matthew had tried such street food, and it was with the woman he liked. This experience made him feel very joyful. His usual standards and rules were tossed aside, and under her hopeful gaze, he ate one more.
"There’s more, have another one. I bought eight atballs for you." Scarlett, high in spirits, continued to feed him, not minding being overly affectionate anymore. Seeing her stance, she seed to want Matthew to eat the entire bowl of oden.
With her feeding, Matthew ate four atballs.
That was already his limit.
Seeing Scarlett trying to feed him more, he reached out to stop her and said with a smile, "Didn’t you say you really liked this? You eat the rest. I’ve tasted it enough."
"You’re not eating anymore? Then I’ll eat them myself." Scarlett didn’t force him, knowing that for soone as picky as him, eating four was already giving her face.
Matthew rubbed her head, smilingly said, "Hmm."
Scarlett really had quite a strong battle capability. Before long, the big bowl of oden was finished.
She patted her stomach and turned to Matthew, saying, "The taste of this oden isn’t as good as the one near our school, but it’s still passable."
"Eating so much, be careful not to burst your stomach." Matthew took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, reached out to pinch her rosy cheek, and said with a smile, "You eat so much, yet why don’t you gain weight?"
Gain weight, gain weight, he always said she was too skinny and should eat more to gain so weight.
But Scarlett felt her size was just right, that standard slim fra many won aspire to through dieting.
She reached out to pinch her own cheek, huffed discontentedly, "Matthew Saxon, do you know what ’slender beauty’ is? Now diet pills are selling like crazy, others want to spend money to slim like , yet you keep asking to gain weight. Tell , do you prefer won with curves and want to eat until I beco like that?"
Here we go again...
He wore a woman’s hairband and sold popcorn for an hour just to appease this little-tempered woman, and Matthew didn’t want to do sothing similar again.
"Although you’re not voluptuous, you have everything where it should be. I’m very pleased with your figure. Compared to curvier won, I still prefer your alluring shape." Though sweet talk, it was also his heartfelt sentint.
Scarlett indeed belonged to the slender type, but every inch of flesh on her body was perfectly distributed; never too much or too little in all the right places.
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