After taking a bite, Freya realized that it was absolutely delicious. “Ryan, I think you’re amazing at finding such delicious restaurants. The hotpot soup base last time was tasty too…”
“I grew up in Canberra. No one is more familiar with Canberra than I am. If you like, we can meet up for meals frequently when we have time, ” Ryan said with a smile. “The official residence’s meals are fine. However, I feel tense and tired whenever I look at my dad’s face during mealtimes with him because it’s so stern.”
Freya burst out laughing. “You’re exaggerating. ”
Actually, she agreed with what Ryan said. She was always cautious whenever she had meals with Prime Minister Snow.
“Don’t you feel it too?” Ryan countered playfully, “ Every time you eat, you’re embarrassed to get more of the food that you like when their positions were rotated farther away from you.”
Freya gazed at the observant man beside her. She was astonished. “How… How do you know that? ”
“I also know that you like to eat fish, tomatoes, and pies.”
Ryan served her some food. All the food he got her was what he just mentioned—fish and chips, tomato soup, and meat pie.
Freya was at a loss for words for some time.
At that moment, she realized Ryan had ordered her favorite dishes. He knew her so well…
How could it be?
She was not a picky eater during meals in the official residence, yet he noticed everything.
Thinking closely, her favorite dishes would somehow always end up in front of her as she ate whenever Ryan was at the official residence.
Freya thought it was a coincidence, but it turned out that it was not.
“Ryan, why are you being so nice to me?” Freya stuttered. She turned her head to look at the man beside her.
Both of them were sitting side by side as they had to take care of Dani. She could clearly see the man’s thick eyelashes and clear eyes.
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