Mask of the Lustful Wife (Sofia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 153

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Sofia Schneider looked at Nathaniel Hart, tilting her head playfully, and said, “I can’t tell you just yet.” 

What made her angry might differ significantly from others, and genuinely making her mad was not an easy feat. 

Sofia believed Nathaniel might never get the chance to make her that upset, and she hoped he wouldn’t. 

“Alright, enough of that. Let’s eat. I made a special dish today that I guarantee you’ve never had before,” Sofia said. 

Nathaniel’s interest was piqued. He had always loved Sofia’s cooking. 

Even her everyday dishes were exceptional. Seeing Sofia’s confident smile, he wondered what could be so special. 

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Sofia had Nathaniel sit at the table while she went to the kitchen to bring the dish. 

From the outside, it appeared to be a simple clay pot, not giving away any hints of its uniqueness. 

Nathaniel’s curiosity grew, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waited for Sofia to reveal 

the dish. 

Sofia noticed his expectant look and smiled, “I’m about to unveil it, so don’t be too shocked.” 

She lifted the lid, releasing a fragrant aroma that filled the room. 

Inside the pot, several top–quality ingredients were meticulously arranged, highlighting the star of the dish: a whole chicken. 

Unlike the simple chicken soup Sofia had previously made for Nathaniel, this dish was hearty and full of life. 

“This dish is called ‘Run, Little Chicken‘,” Sofia announced. 

Nathaniel’s expression cracked for a moment. 

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He looked at Sofia, confused, as if asking, “What did you say? Repeat that.” 

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Sofia chuckled awkwardly, “Sylvia Grant named it. Everyone indulges her, so even though the name is odd, it stuck. “She recalled the first time she made this dish. The group had gone crazy over it, abandoning their usual manners to devour it with gusto. 

Usually respectful and courteous, they had thrown all decorum out the window that day. Sofia couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. 

After everyone had stuffed themselves, someone had asked, “Sofia, what’s this dish called?” 

Sofia hadn’t named it yet. She had created it out of boredom, using whatever ingredients were available in the kitchen. 

Initially meant to be a simple chicken soup, it evolved into this complex dish. 

Sylvia had quipped, “I think the chickens met a tragic end. Let’s call it ‘Run, Little Chicken,‘ hoping they get a better life next time and don’t end up on our table.” 

Sofia had found Sylvia’s suggestion amusing but hadn’t expressed an opinion before the group started arguing. 

Some thought being part of such a delicious dish was an honor for the chickens, while others pointed out how enthusiastically Sylvia had eaten, showing no guilt for the chickens. 

Sylvia, annoyed, had slapped the table and declared, “I eat the most, so I get to name it.” 

Sofia had helplessly shaken her head and decided to humor Sylvia. 

Thus, this elaborate and delicious dish got its quirky name. 

After hearing Sofia’s story, Nathaniel couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I must try this dish and see how it tastes.” 

Sofia placed a piece of abalone in Nathaniel’s bowl, “Start with this abalone. I guarantee you’ll love it.” 

Nathaniel looked at Sofia, his eyes deep and meaningful. 

He picked up the abalone with his fork and tasted it. 

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As Sofia promised, it was delicious–fresh and flavorful, with the chicken broth enhancing 

its taste. 

He detected a unique flavor he had never tasted before, something refreshing and delightful. 

“What did you add to this dish, Sofia?” Nathaniel asked. 

Sofia knew what he was referring to but playfully winked, “That’s a secret, I can’t tell you.” 

She had used a rare spice known for its potent aphrodisiac properties. 

Sofia had no intention of telling Nathaniel, fearing he might delve deeper and discover her intentions. 

Given how often he teased her lately, she didn’t want to dig her own grave. 

Nathaniel was more puzzled. Why was Sofia being so secretive about a simple ingredient?