Meeting You Was Fate novel Chapter 680

"Fate ties everything together. Maybe we're having a barbecue here for a reason. It's very important for things to happen at the right time, right place, and with the right people. These elements are indefensible. Anyway, Nacy, try some of these kebabs. Tell me if I'm a good cook or not." Bruce gracefully picked up a kebab, dipped it in a thin layer of seafood sauce and handed it to Nacy.

Nacy took the steaming hot kebab, put it on her plate, and gently blew on it. After a while, she took a bite of the kebab. She chewed it with a surprised look on her face, then gave a thumbs up. "Wow, this is delicious! How did you roast it? Your cooking skills are good enough that you can open a barbecue booth at the school gate...This is your ticket to popularity!"

"You really have a good business acumen." Bruce put all the kebabs on the plate. He took out the needle mushrooms and chicken wings from the trunk and put them onto a piece of tin foil.

"Ha-ha. What do you think of my idea? Tell me... Would you be interested in running a barbecue shop?"

"If you like eating barbecued food so much, I can roast some more things for you later..." Bruce spoke with an air of ambiguity, looking up at Nacy.

Nacy twisted her mouth, blushing a little, then frowned on purpose. She felt a little embarrassed at his words. "What if you change your mind in the future?"

"Why would I? It's just a barbecue, right? But you'd better eat less. It's not good for your health," Bruce said with a smile, looking at the needle mushroom in his hand.

Nacy curled her lips, shrugging. She hadn't had barbecue since marrying Simon. Simon was a man who led a healthy and cautious life. He was against consuming roadside, fried, and barbecued food. He often took her to eat Western foods like beefsteak but never let her eat from cheap roadside stands.

Simon loved Nacy a lot, but in his own method of loving and caring for her, he forgot to consider what her expectations from their marriage were.

Nacy was a naturally curious woman, who liked to pursue new things. She was fed up with eating the same Western food and having the same red wine. Sometimes, her idea of change and satisfaction meant having a casual barbecue or some cheap junk food. Simon was uptight in that manner, being a person who didn't like breaking the rules for healthy living. He had grown up in a traditional family, and everything he did in his life aligned with his parents' expectations from him, which explained why he was so conservative regarding some things.

"Just once in a while. I haven't eaten kebabs for years!" Nacy stared at the slice of pork in her hands. It was so tempting that she couldn't take her eyes off it!

"Is that by choice? Or is that how your husband likes to live?" Bruce gave a faint and warm smile.

"Partly. But he isn't that strict anymore," Nacy spoke casually, after devouring the piece of meat and throwing the bamboo stick into the trash can. Bruce noticed how she was unwilling to meet his eyes.

Bruce and Nacy had a great afternoon, talking with their hearts open. Nacy hadn't felt like herself to this extent in a long time. Bruce was an intelligent guy, for he could make out what was on her mind, so he avoided some sensitive topics. He only mentioned Simon once, half-jokingly.

"Have some of these kebabs yourself! I'm so stuffed!" Nacy suddenly realized he hadn't eaten any of the kebabs. How could he restrain himself from eating such delicious food?

"I thought you liked them too much. So I'd just roast them for you. You can have as many as you want." With a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses on his handsome, chiseled face, Bruce looked sincere but cheerful. Nacy noticed how gentle he appeared.

Bonnie and Jennifer also happened to come to the resort for a barbecue that day. Bonnie was wearing a pink gauze dress with pearls pinned on the hemline; while Jennifer wore a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of jeans shorts, matched with a pair of sunglasses. Her white and slender legs were particularly striking, attracting the crowd's attention.