Chapter 193 Louis Learns the Risk of Praising Too Fast
Chapter 193 Louis Learns the Risk of Praising Too Fast
“Why wouldn’t you be around?” Louis paused mid–motion as he was picking up some food.
“Because I’ll be heading into the production crew soon. Don’t you remember? I’m joining the team as a screenwriter next month,” Freya replied with a bright smile.
“Yeah, I remember. Got it.”
Right, she was starting her screenwriting gig next month. Louis had nearly forgotten. He made a mental note to tell Kendrick to keep an eye on her. If he didn’t, knowing Kendrick’s carefree nature, the guy would probably forget all about it.
“Do you want meat or veggie filling?” Freya asked, then answered her own question. “Forget it! I’ll just make both.”
“You’re planning to make dessert and tacos tonight? You think you can handle that?” Louis glanced at her petite frame, wondering for the hundredth time how this little thing managed to get so much done.
If the girls who’d gone to school with him or admired him knew what he was thinking right now, they’d probably cry their Jeyes out in the bathroom. Back in school, when they had assignments or group projects, there were plenty of petite girls
around–he’d never once worried whether they could handle it.
“Of course I can,” Freya huffed, clearly displeased that Louis was underestimating her. “I’ve always cooked fast–haven’t you noticed that? Every time I cook, I’m super quick!”
She even emphasized it deliberately. “Really fast! I can have all the tacos done in about an hour. If you don’t believe me, just watch tonight.”
“I believe you.”
Louis had never paid attention to how long it took to make anything complicated in the kitchen. Why would he? At home, they had a professional chef. If he was eating out, restaurants never made him wait long. When he cooked for himself, it was always quick and easy stuff–so honestly, he had no clue.
But that didn’t matter. His father had drilled it into him since he was young. If a woman is emphasizing something, don’t argue. Just go along with it, otherwise, you’re the one who’ll regret it.
He responded so fast that Freya choked on her next line. What the heck?
“You believe me just like that? What if I’m wrong?”
“As long as I think you’re fast, that’s all that matters.” Louis looked at her straight–on, his expression utterly sincere.
Freya immediately looked away. She remembered reading an article once about how to quickly gain someone’s trust. The advice was to lock eyes during the first five seconds of meeting them–it supposedly created a strong sense of goodwill.
She’d never tested that theory herself, but under Louis’s intense gaze, her heart was definitely beating faster. Ugh, why’s he being so serious? I was just casually saying that…
Still, Freya wasn’t exaggerating–she really was fast in the kitchen. Compared to most people her age, she was definitely in the top ten percent when it came to cooking efficiency.
“You prefer hand–minced meat? I was just going to grind it all up in the food processor.” Freya didn’t have the time, or the arm strength–for all that chopping.
What does mincing meat have to do with starting a food business?
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