The Battons were both engrossed with their phones.
On the dining table, there were six mouth-watering dishes, including seafood broth, roasted abalones, steamed fish, steamed crabs, garlic lobsters, and a tomato omelet.
Every dish looked as exquisite as if a Michelin-star chef cooked it.
Xyla Quest could smell all the delectable aroma as she approached the dining table.
It appeared that Sharon Lindt and Wilson Batton were waiting for her as they had yet to touch any of the dishes.
As soon as Sharon saw Xyla entering the dining room, she placed her phone down and approached her, holding her hand affectionately. “Come, Darling, let’s have lunch together.”
By the time Xyla sat down by her side, Wilson had his phone tucked away and began serving portions of food on her plate.
“Here, have more abalones. They’re good for your health. Don’t you like lobsters? Have some fish, too. It’s your favorite.”
Xyla scratched her head in embarrassment upon seeing how her father-in-law served her. “Thank you, Dad. I’m sorry for getting up late. You must have been waiting for a long time.”
Wilson shook his head. “It’s nothing to worry about. Don’t all young people wake up late? You’re not old folks like us. Hurry, eat up.”
Xyla chuckled and reached for some lobster flesh. “This tastes wonderful. Thank you for preparing such a sumptuous lunch. It must have been a lot of work.”
“Not at all, it’s just cooking. It hardly takes much physical effort. Does it taste good?” Sharon asked.
Xyla nodded.
The food they cooked always tasted great.
Sharon beamed when she heard this. “That’s good. In that case, have some more. I’ve made all your favorite dishes. Moreover, Wilson ordered all the ingredients fresh from abroad.”
“They just arrived here this morning,” Wilson smiled kindly.
Xyla elegantly ate the king crab’s leg as she glanced at Sharon. “Mom, can I use my phone for ten minutes after the meal?”
She needed to keep herself informed about topics on the internet now and then so that she wouldn't lose track of what was going on in the world.
There was different news every day in the age of the internet.
Sharon laughed. “Sure. Nourish first, and you can have your phone later.”
“Okay.” Why did Xyla feel like a child, needing to be coaxed to eat?
Nevertheless, she felt like an extremely lucky child right then.
“Oh, right-” Wilson began to say but then stopped himself.
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