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.

forward. Seeing this, she had to go in

given that he had only seen her eat noodles and buns at home every day. He decided to get back at her for insulting

events right after they got home turned out far different

any screaming, flying pans, or panicked running. In fact, Essie was very methodical when it came to

he couldn't help but admire the serious look on her face as she was panfrying her food. He knew that once she put her

and one bowl

them, his eyes widened momentarily. They were very delectable. In fact, it

smiled. "Do you

know

but I'm talented enough to

dinner together once or twice. He was curious as to

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 wedding banquet, you specifically chose fresh dishes.