Chapter 727 Arrival of a New Chef
“He’s from Bloomstead?” Veronica’s eyes lit up as she felt curious. It always felt more reassuring when one could meet a fellow citizen abroad.
“That’s right. Let’s have our meal first. You’ll find out about him later.” Mateo raised the suspense. After heading down, Destiny and Crayson were already waiting for her in the dining room.
When the two saw her coming over, they immediately smiled warmly at her. Perhaps they felt guilty, so they treated her so well that she thought they were flattering her.
Crayson had always been strict with her, but when she saw that he was treating her with more cautiousness, she secretly felt uncomfortable inside.
“Come over and let’s eat. See if the dishes today are to your liking.”
Waving his hand at her, Crayson beckoned her over and pointed at the breakfast dishes.
Then, she walked over and saw meat ravioli, waffles, meatloaf, pancakes, omelets, and nutty banana oatmeal. It was a hearty breakfast that was filled with Bloomstead specialties.
Just smelling it had already made Veronica gulp down her saliva.
“It smells great.”
After saying that, she sat down and picked up her fork to stab a piece of ravioli. Biting into the tender pasta, she could taste the meat inside and it was juicy, flavorful, and simply delicious.
“It tastes good,” she muttered and continued to chew her food while thinking, Not only do they taste fresh and delicious, but they’re also quite familiar.
“Here, try something else.” Destiny pointed at another dish while looking at Veronica with anticipation.
“Sure.”
After swallowing the ravioli, Veronica grabbed the bowl of nutty banana oatmeal. She scooped a spoonful of it before gulping it down.
Though it was only a mouthful, she carefully tasted everything and was suddenly stunned as a faint light flashed across her eyes.
She frowned and her eyes showed that she was stunned. The others around her looked at her in unison. “What’s the matter? Does it not taste good?”
“Roni, if it doesn’t taste good, I’ll fire the chef,” Mateo suggested.
Meanwhile, Destiny sighed. “But it’s hard to find a chef from Bloomstead.”
Crayson sighed while shaking his head because he felt melancholic.
“I think it’s good. It tastes great.” While saying that, Veronica picked up her spoon again and scooped another mouthful of oatmeal before putting it in her mouth to chew slowly.
It was not long before her bowl became empty and she was so full that she burped.
“Thank you for your hard work in finding me a chef.” She raised her head to look at Crayson.
Although she was still the girl Crayson had known for most of her life, her words felt like a dagger that pierced through his heart, making him feel numb pain. It seemed like ever since she came to the hidden clan, she did not smile as vibrantly anymore and the shine inside her eyes had also gradually dimmed.
“As long as you like it.” He let out a sigh, withdrew his gaze, and ordered Mateo, “Bring the chef over here.”
“Yes, Grandpa.” Mateo then rose to his feet and exited the lounge.
A while later, he came back with a man.
The man looked tall and was wearing a black and blue striped shirt, wide pants, and old-fashioned green boots that could be seen anywhere.
He had a head of black hair with tanned skin, double eyelids, brown pupils, and on his chin was a large mole.
Whenever he walked, he would hunch his back, giving others an unconfident feeling.
Looking over, Veronica felt…
“Where did you find such a simple and honest family? I heard from Mateo that he’s from Bloomstead. Can he understand the hidden clan’s dialect?”
