He paused for a moment, unsure what to think. Seeing her face full of resentment and grievance, a slight smile appeared in his eyes: "So what dishes did you make?"
If he remembered correctly, Scarlett Yates wasn't a good cook.
He had only eaten her cooking once, and after that one time, he never wanted a second.
Although the gesture was appreciated, it was indeed... a bit unpalatable.
Before Scarlett could respond, he curled his lips and teased, "It's not the tomato omelet noodles again, is it?"
Scarlett lifted her chin, frowned at him, and said, "Why do you look down on people like that? I can make a lot of things, and at the very least, I can manage three dishes and a soup."
Matthew Saxon chuckled softly and pinched her nose: "Oh, then may I ask what those three dishes and a soup our gentle and gracious Miss Scarlett made?"
