Everyone says she's freeloading, yet she's still acting so nonchalantly. Doesn't she have any sense of shame?
This woman is unbelievably thick-skinned.
Ian Douglas snorted coldly, "Then why are you still standing here? I'm hungry, go make something to eat."
Scarlett Yates readily agreed, "Alright, as long as Old Master Douglas doesn't mind my poor cooking skills."
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Half an hour later.
Ian Douglas looked at the three dishes and a soup on the table with a livid expression.
Three dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with green peppers, and scrambled eggs with chives; one bowl of soup, tomato fried egg soup, oily with some spring onions sprinkled on top.
Two bowls of rice, probably with too little water, the half-cooked grains are obvious at a glance.
"Is this your idea of lunch?" After a while, he withdrew his gaze from the table and asked with a gloomy face.
Scarlett Yates nodded, "Yes."
