Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 1208

She asked curiously.

She asked about Iron Pillar just a minute ago and was asking about him again now.

Her frequent mention of him raised the speculation of several people, but everyone only kept their questions to themselves.

Crayson smiled and replied, "Iron Pillar is the chef I brought from Bloomstead. He specializes in cooking for Veronica."

"Oh, really? He must be a skilled chef."

Eleanor smiled knowingly. "I have heard a lot about the culinary culture of Destor, but I have never had the opportunity to experience it. Do I have the chance to taste Destorian cuisine today?"

She took the initiative to make her request.

Dominik's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, but he didn't say anything as he maintained his usual composure on the surface.

On the other hand, Liam nodded in agreement. "I have also heard that Destorian cuisine is excellent. Miss Murphy, we are friends, aren't we? Can we stay for a meal?"

"No!" Mateo was very resistant to them and rejected them without any mercy.

"You came here rather suddenly, and the kitchen hasn't prepared enough dishes. I'm afraid it won't be sufficient." Veronica sensed Eleanor's "intention" toward Matthew and politely declined.

Moreover, Veronica already felt guilty about making Matthew their "chef." The guilt put her under immense pressure.

Even though she felt sorry for Matthew, she couldn't do anything to help him. How could she bear to let him cook for others?

He was not even a real chef!

"It's not a big deal. I'll make a call immediately to have someone deliver the ingredients." Eleanor pretended not to understand Veronica's refusal.

Veronica quietly fumed.

Do I really have to make it obvious?

"You—"

Mateo wanted to say something, but he immediately shut up when he saw the sharp gaze Crayson shot at him.

At this moment, Matthew walked in from outside the living room with a few sprigs of cilantro in his hand.

There were many flowers and plants, cilantro included, planted in the courtyard for convenient cooking at home.

"Hey, Iron Pillar."

Eleanor stood up from the couch and waved at Matthew while walking up to him. "Miss Murphy said you are a skilled chef worthy of being called a master chef for state banquets. Would it be possible for me to get a meal out of you? I've been longing for exquisite Destorian cuisine for quite some time now. I trust you wouldn't turn down such a request."

Matthew's face remained largely impassive. "To have earned your favor is an honor I cherish deeply, Your Highness."

"Haha, not at all."

Eleanor beamed. "I can't just eat and drink for free. How about I go in and see how you cook? O could learn a thing or two."

"Your Highness, I'm afraid that isn't a good idea."

Crayson quickly spoke up.

Dominik couldn't bear to keep a straight face any longer, sensing that Eleanor's behavior was quite out of character today. However, for appearances' sake, he maintained an air of composure and nonchalance. "Master Waylen, you don't need to worry about her. Eleanor has always been eager to learn and curious about new things. I'll have to trouble you a bit."

Since Dominik had said so, Crayson didn't say anything more and could only go along with it smilingly. "Hahaha, I have long heard about Princess Eleanor's profound knowledge, with expertise spanning from astronomy to geography and a grasp of various matters in the world. Upon meeting her today, I truly understand her insatiable thirst for learning. She has indeed impressed me greatly."

Even Veronica didn't know how much of it was true when she listened to the flattery, but seeing the shrewdness in Crayson's eyes as he spoke and glanced at Eleanor, she could feel his guard against her.

"Master Waylen, you flatter me. My sister is not as talented as you say." Dominik smiled warmly.

The three siblings had different personalities.

The elder brother, Dominik, exuded a calm and wise demeanor, displaying a mature and dignified disposition while retaining an air of gentle refinement. On the other hand, his younger sister, Eleanor, appeared mischievous and seemingly innocent, yet she harbored a plethora of intricate schemes beneath the surface, her depths unfathomable. As for the youngest sibling, Liam, he was straightforward in his thinking, and his physical prowess far outweighed his intellectual subtleties. What he spoke was often a direct reflection of his thoughts.