Ava Sterling had already asked Sister Wei about Poe Vaughn’s taste preferences, what he won’t eat, and what he likes. And Poe Vaughn doesn’t eat foods with strong flavors; he prefers light and fresh foods. Things like offal, pickles, and fermented bean curd he usually avoids. But tonight, Ava specifically made old duck soup, on purpose. He made her uncomfortable, so she wanted to make him uncomfortable too. But when the time came, she instead forgot her initial mischievous intention for making this dish, only hoping he would taste it and see how it was. Although she started out with revenge in mind, she actually put effort into cooking the dish well. And she herself loves drinking old duck soup. Especially this soup; every time she makes it, she always drinks a few bowls. She was quite confident in her cooking skills. However, looking at his demeanor, she was very curious to know the answer. Just like how one hopes others will like what they themselves like. Ava practically had half her body leaning on the table, her clean, pretty face close to Poe Vaughn, her eyes bright and fixed on him. Poe Vaughn took a sip of soup, and as the soup entered his mouth, there was a subtle sour taste, but it was mingled with the umami of mushrooms and the aroma of duck meat. This combination was a refreshing taste. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it could even be called tasty. The table suddenly made a loud bang, the entire surface trembling, and Poe Vaughn’s hands paused, causing quite a bit of the soup left in the spoon to spill due to Ava’s sudden action. Immediately, the familiar atmosphere closed in on him... There wasn’t a sound around them. Sister Wei looked at Poe Vaughn holding the spoon, his face indifferent, and instinctively lowered her head, not daring to look further. Madame behaves this way... Sir will be upset... Ava couldn’t sense the change in the atmosphere at all. She looked at his lowered eyelids, with lashes that were so long and dense, her eyes shone brightly. When she leaned in closer, she noticed his eyelashes were incredibly long, thick, and dark. They looked like two brushes, so beautiful! Warm breath wafted over Poe Vaughn’s face, mingling with his skin. Carrying the faint aroma of food and the subtle fragrance of her hair. Poe Vaughn’s fingertip moved slightly, setting down the spoon and lifting his gaze. A magnified, exquisite face appeared before him, and simultaneously, her clear, bright eyes fixed into his, filled with anticipation, longing, excitement, and thrill. All sorts of emotions blended, clearly reflected in his eyes. Seeing him lift his gaze, her eyes opened a bit wider, even seeming to move closer, as if ready to cradle his face, waiting for his answer. Poe Vaughn looked at this person eagerly waiting for his answer, her eyes filled with confidence, his lips parted: "It’s okay." Then, gradually, her expression darkened. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel{f}ire.net What does "okay" mean? Clearly, it’s very delicious, isn’t it? Scoffing, Ava shot Poe Vaughn a sidelong glance, slumped back into her chair, helped herself to a bowl of old duck soup, and started sipping it without hesitation. After finishing a bowl of soup, Ava couldn’t suppress her anger, uttered that sentence, glared at him, and then picked up her chopsticks to eat quickly. Completely ignoring Poe Vaughn. Poe Vaughn continued eating gracefully, the clear dissatisfaction in her words ringing in his ears. His eyes slightly lifted, landing on Ava’s face. Her face was full of displeasure, yet because she drank a bowl of hot soup, it was flushed with a rosy tint. Though she was angry, she had no intimidating presence. Instead, she looked adorable. Poe Vaughn’s fingertip moved slightly, retracting his gaze, and continued dining. Sister Wei sat there, watching Ava’s evidently unhappy demeanor, then looked at Poe Vaughn’s unchanging expression, feeling both tense and worried. But for some reason, seeing the two of them , she actually felt a bit relieved. Even thought this scene was exceptionally harmonious. Ava, though upset, felt nothing mattered after she was full. She helped Sister Wei tidy up and then went to handle those duck feathers. She sorted them out, washed them clean, and laid them out in the yard to dry. Not bothering with what Poe Vaughn was doing, she attended to her own affairs, and once done, went out for a walk to digest. She couldn’t stand eating and then just sitting or lying down. But unexpectedly, when she went out, she saw that person sitting on the living room sofa watching TV. Seeing him with legs crossed, sitting relaxed as if he were in his executive office, Ava’s eyes widened slightly, surprise written all over her face. Does this person watch TV? Isn’t he supposed to be busy? In Ava’s memory, this person was always busy, with endless things to do. To her, no one in the world seemed busier than him. But now, he was sitting there steadily watching TV, like a god watching a computer, no matter how you look at it, it seemed off. However, seeing him , Ava suddenly thought of one thing. Tomorrow when going to see Grandma, the gifts are prepared, but what else? Is there anything that needs attention? She mustn’t make any mistakes that would cause him trouble again, otherwise, she’s finished! Thinking of this, Ava’s alarms rang loudly, and she immediately ran over, plopping herself right next to Poe Vaughn. The spot beside him suddenly sank down, followed by the cool night air and the soft scent of flowers rushing toward him. Poe Vaughn gazed at the TV, motionless. Ava sat next to Poe Vaughn, subconsciously about to speak, but remembering something, she immediately looked at Sister Wei still tidying in the kitchen, then clung onto Poe Vaughn’s arm, sweetly saying, "Honey, let’s go for a walk~"