A Beautiful Misunderstanding

At that moment, Essie took it upon herself to bargain with the venders by the roadside.

"Sir, it's already noon and look at you vegetables. The leaves are turning yellow and the stems are withering. If you don't sell it at 1.5 per kilogram, no one would buy it. Besides, the governor has already sent his men to patrol around the streets," she urged with her arms crossed. Back then, Essie was used to bargaining for her ingredients in the wet market, so this came naturally for her. Hearing her latter words, the street vendor sighed. "Fine. Deal."

Essie grinned, displaying two dimples on the sides of her cheeks. Zac resisted the urge to snort. He didn't expect her to be so stingy that she actually put some effort in convincing the man to cut the price in half, but he liked a woman who valued her money. As long as she was willing to cooperate with him, he would definitely give her a considerable compensation for her time with him.

Essie picked up three kilograms and gave the seller twenty dollars. The seller handed her 18.5 dollars, three dollars more than what she should've gotten. She handed him the extra. "You gave me an extra three dollars, sir," she explained kindly.

The man smiled. "There's not a lot of people who are as honest as you, you know."

"Honest money attracts honest customers," she stated.

Zac's lips twitched, satisfied with her doing.

market. Even if it was already the afternoon, the place was packed with different people. Zac didn't step forward. Seeing this, she had to go

she couldn't cook to save her life, given that he had only seen her eat noodles

home turned out far different from

any screaming, flying pans, or panicked running. In fact, Essie was

he was a tiny bit disappointed, he couldn't help but admire the serious look on her face as she was panfrying her food. He knew that once she

of dishes and one bowl of soup were placed neatly

They were very delectable. In fact, it even suited his very

smiled. "Do you

you know

don't, but I'm talented enough to make a guess."

dinner together once or twice. He was curious as to how she was able to guess what

sip of her soup, Essie cleared her throat. "The first time we had noodles in a restaurant, you ordered the waiter to prepare bland noodles with mushrooms and cabbage. In fact, you even asked him not to put too much of the soy sauce. That means you're not a man who likes too much flavoring. When we were at the