Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 99

Greta shuddered and got gooseflesh all over.

Maxwell offered to hold her hand, making her frown instinctively.

Greta had always hated other men holding her hand. She was very defensive about this kind of physical contact!

But somehow, Greta let Maxwell lead her to a seat.

At the corner of a small food stall, Maxwell brought two plastic stools and sat down.

"Take a seat," said Maxwell, pointing to the plastic stool nearby.

Greta timidly looked around. She felt that the surroundings were dirty and messy.

And the plastic tool seemed not clean.

Could she feel at ease to have dinner at such place?

Greta was upset, and Maxwell, who could see Greta's anxiety, smiled, and pulled out a few napkins and put them on the stool.

"Sit down, my Ms. Greta," Maxwell laughed.

Greta glared at Maxwell, then carefully gathered up her skirt, sat down, folded her legs, and looked around.

"Where's the menu?" Greta asked, looking around for the menu.

"Menu?" Maxwell paused for a moment, then explained, "There's no menu."

"Hey, sir, give me some spicy crayfish, the more the better," Maxwell said to the boss.

"All right."

"How can you order food without a menu?" Greta looked at Maxwell with a puzzled look. She had never been to such kind of food stall before.

"There are many regular visitors here, and they all are familiar with the menu, so they don't even need a menu," said Maxwell, "I found this food stall on the Internet, and it got the highest rating in crayfish."

"The highest rating? With the surroundings like this?" Greta frowned, showing a hint of disgust.

"The surrounding is not important as long as the food is delicious." Maxwell smiled faintly. "You'll see how delicious their food is."

Greta looked at Maxwell with an incredulous look.

Soon, a hot bowl of crayfish was served.

Greta glazed over at the bright red crayfish.

"Ms. Greta, please." Maxwell put on the plastic gloves.

"It... are they edible?" Greta held out her slender fingers, gingerly lifting up the crayfish by the whiskers.

Greta looked pale. The strong and powerful CEO was timid when facing a hot and spicy crayfish dish.

"Of course they are edible." Maxwell was stunned.

"Well." Greta's eyes swept over the crayfish with a hard shell. The two bulging shrimp eyes frightened her!

While Greta hesitated, Maxwell peeled off the shell and relished the delicious shrimp.

"It's so delicious and tender." While Maxwell was enjoying the shrimps, Greta had been studying the crayfish for a long time.

"Why don't you try it?" Maxwell looked at Greta and paused.

"I can't do it," Greta said.

"You don't know how to peel off the shell?" Maxwell stared at Greta. "You don't want me to peel it for you, do you?"

Maxwell had a bad hunch, and Greta nodded, blinking at Maxwell.

So, Maxwell put down his half-peeled shrimp, then began to peel the shrimps for her.

The key was that Maxwell had to carefully peel the shells off and pick out the meat while resisting the steaming aroma of the shrimps.

However, when Greta summoned up her courage and tasted the shrimp with great care, she was surprised to find that the shrimp was sweet, soft and tender with a spicy flavor.

It did taste great! Greta blinked as Maxwell peeled the shrimps and urged him to hurry up.

Maxwell was so speechless. He intended to let the president treat him to dinner, but they ended up having shrimps and he was asked to peel the shrimps for her!

Maxwell stared bitterly at the shrimps, fantasizing about how delicious they were and handing it to Greta.

Greta took a deep breath. The spicy crayfish meat was so fresh and spicy that her red lips were numb.

Gradually, Greta ate more and more. Usually, she would only have a small bowl of rice. But today, she had finished up a large bowl of shrimps!

"Are there any more?" Greta sipped her red lips and looked expectantly at Maxwell.