Charles Seymour listened to Jacob Smith’s words and pondered, was there really anything he needed to talk to Jacob about?
The shameless guy just lies blatantly!
In terms of their opinions of each other, these two are surprisingly in tune.
"Perfect timing, I cooked two dishes for lunch. I haven’t cooked in ages, so we can try them today." Sophie Wilson laughed happily, getting off Charles Seymour.
The chef is quick to cook, and soon lunch was served on the table.
Smelling the enticing aroma, Jacob Smith swallowed his saliva, "Smells so good, it must taste great."
"Of course, our chef’s skills are excellent!" Sophie Wilson replied with a smile, "Come on, wash your hands, let’s eat."
After washing his hands, Jacob Smith sat down and the first thing he asked was, "Sophie, which dish did you make?"
"Here, these two." Sophie Wilson pointed while smiling, "Feel free to eat, if there’s anything not perfect, just let me know."
"Alright, I won’t hold back then!" Jacob Smith was still savoring the delicious cookies he had just eaten, with such a lovely memory, he reached for the chopsticks.
He specifically learned to use chopsticks after meeting Sophie, and now he’s pretty adept.
He picked up a bite with his chopsticks... well, he has researched quite a bit on Chinese cuisine, but this right in front of him... seems like he hasn’t studied enough.
When he gets back, he’ll definitely work harder.
With his own guilt about slacking in learning, Jacob Smith put the food in his mouth, chew... hmm? What? Ah!
Jacob Smith’s eyes suddenly widened, this taste...
Just as his mouth was about to open, he saw Charles Seymour’s indifferent gaze sweeping over, asking, "It’s delicious, isn’t it?"
Jacob Smith glanced at Charles Seymour, who also ate Sophie’s dish and was still looking calm. He swallowed back all the words mixed with the food in his mouth.
His expression, which almost twisted moments ago, turned into a delighted smile, and he "sincerely" praised, "Sophie, your cooking is truly amazing! I’ve never tasted such a wondrous dish!"
Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but laugh when she heard that, "I have to say, your Chinese is still not quite up to par. Dishes should be described as tasty or delicious, but using ’wondrous’... feels odd."
Jacob Smith agreed with a smile, "Yeah, yeah, I’ll definitely study harder when I get back."
"You haven’t mastered it for so many years; it clearly has a lot to do with talent." Charles Seymour chimed in coolly, provoking an angry glare from Jacob Smith, this guy just called him an idiot!
He got the hint!
"Well, foreigners do learn these things a bit slower." Sophie Wilson at least spoke up for Jacob Smith, then enthusiastically encouraged, "If you like it, eat more. Mr. Seymour loves my cooking, and every time I cook, he doesn’t even leave me a bite."
After Sophie said this, Jacob Smith’s gaze towards Charles Seymour entirely changed.
Charles truly loves Sophie.
No way!
He can’t lose to Charles Seymour!
"With me here today, you have even less chance to eat," Jacob Smith joked with a smile, reaching for the food with chopsticks.
But after just a few bites, he found himself unable to continue.
This taste... this taste is so wondrous it almost felt like he saw the holy light of God...
Jacob Smith glanced again at Charles Seymour, who was eating calmly, and had to admit that in this aspect, he’s really not as good as Charles Seymour.
He concedes!