"Well, I'm going to cook, is there anything you want to eat?" Jocelyn asked.
"I'm okay with everything." He said.
"What about something nasty?" They were going to be living together for up to a year next, and she thought she needed to get to know it properly.
"Nope."
At those words, Jocelyn turned and went into the kitchen.
The fridge had all the ingredients that her father had asked the maid to put in yesterday, and it had everything.
She took out all the ingredients she wanted to use and washed them.
After that, she made a very homely four dishes and one soup: braised pork, scrambled eggs with green peppers, shredded potatoes with sharp peppers, prawns in oil, and squid and tofu soup.
She laid everything out one by one on the square dining table and served two bowls of rice.
The green and white checkered tablecloth made the colourful and flavourful dishes look particularly attractive, as did the valuable tableware.
The rising heat gave the large house the warmth of home.
After setting up the dishes, Jocelyn walked to the door of the dining room and looked at the man who was sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, "Noah, dinner is ready."
He then got up and walked towards her.
A straight black shirt and black trousers, not half creased, the cuffs of his shirt slightly rolled with a bit of laziness.
But the simplest black was interpreted by him with a different kind of elegance and nobility.
He was obviously just walking at home, but he was even more charming than those models on the catwalk who walk with delicate make-up and wear expensive clothes.
For a moment, even she, who was used to seeing beautiful men, was lost in thought.
When he approached, she turned into the restaurant and sat down.
He strutted his long legs and sat opposite her.
"I've tasted every dish today, I didn't put the wrong seasoning this time, it's especially delicious." Jocelyn said confidently.
Noah glanced lightly at the dishes on the table before picking up his chopsticks and taking the first bite of the shredded potatoes with sharp peppers.
The taste was actually better than all the shredded potatoes with sharp peppers he had ever eaten.
"Mmm, delicious." He complimented.
"Try scrambled eggs with green peppers, it tastes delicious too, it's completely different from the other day." Jocelyn added.
Noah silently took another chopstick of scrambled egg with green pepper and tasted it carefully, "Mmm, delicious."
Suddenly, he felt that the combination of green pepper and egg was actually quite good.
His phone suddenly vibrated and he saw that Abel had sent him a message, "Noah, what's up? Want to hang out this afternoon?"
He simply typed in response, "No."
Abel, "My friend has flown me a lot of seafood sashimi from overseas, I want to share the good stuff with your."
A cute smiley emoji was sent immediately afterwards.
Noah, “Not interested."
Abel, “Very busy?"
Noah didn't pay him any more attention, neatly placing his phone on the table and continuing to eat.
His eating was extremely elegant, and he carried a sense of aristocracy with his movement.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she felt as if she was looking at an exquisite painting from the ancient European period.
"Well? Are these dishes to your liking?" Jocelyn asked.
"Yes."
"Then you should eat more." Jocelyn said with a smile.
"Okay."
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