A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 233

The food court was located toward the back of the plaza—a long stretch of stainless-steel stalls that resembled a bustling city street market. There were countless vendors lined up in an impressively long row.

Here, you could find every single one of Emerald Town's delicacies. Seating was a free-for-all; you just grabbed whatever tables and chairs were available and dragged them wherever you wanted.

Winifred stood on her tiptoes to pluck a stray blade of grass from Leland's hair.

Visibly touched, he said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." She then pointed to a small, vibrant orange square table. "Could you set up our dining area, Mr. Lockwood?"

Leland's eyes narrowed playfully. "So you weren't actually trying to be sweet by picking the grass out of my hair?"

Winifred burst out laughing. Having grass stuck in a guy's hair wasn't exactly the coolest look, and paired with Leland's stubbornly adorable expression, it was too much to handle.

Leland laughed too. He effortlessly grabbed the table with one hand, hooked two plastic stools with the other, and strode off to claim a spot.

Winifred headed to the stalls, ordering and paying by scanning QR codes.

Leland had set up their little restaurant perfectly. The square table sat beneath an ancient sea buckthorn tree. The tree was gnarled and sprawling, its branches heavy with bright red berries.

Winifred walked over and took a seat.

"How's the spot I picked?" Leland asked, grinning.

"I love it," she said.

"Do I get a reward for my efforts?" He looked at her expectantly. "Say something nice. You bullied me earlier."

Winifred gave him an earnest compliment. "You did amazing. Your aesthetic sense is flawless, and you really know how to set a mood. Look at this spot—sea buckthorn is a winter berry. It's bright, plump, and glossy, a perfect symbol of resilience against the cold. Sitting here, we get beautiful natural decor, and we can even pick free fruit if we want."

Leland offered a satisfied smile. "The vines are great too. They block the wind without being too tall, so we still get plenty of sunlight."

Leland looked at her and suggested, "I'll hold the tray, and you feed both of us."

"What?"

Before she could process it, the vendor in the felt hat happily shoved the heavy tray onto Leland's raised hand and practically sprinted away.

Flustered, Winifred sat back down and picked up two forks.

"This... this isn't a good idea," she said. She was left-handed, and trying to hold the silverware in her right hand made her fingers tremble. Plus, the idea of hand-feeding a man in the middle of a crowded plaza was mortifying.

Leland chuckled. "I'm just messing with you. Look how panicked you got."

He kept the tray balanced smoothly on his right hand, freeing up his left.

Winifred quickly handed him his silverware, her eyes widening. "You're left-handed too?"