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Chapter 811 Don’t You Have Hands?

Mateo’s face fell. Just as he was about to turn her down, he looked up and saw Crayson staring sternly at him. Left with no choice, he rose and sat down on the chair beside it.

Just then, Matthew took off his apron and shuffled toward them from the kitchen. “Come on, Master Iron. I’ve reserved a seat for you.” Eleanor patted the seat beside her with a bright smile. “Don’t you think I treat you well?”

There seemed to be an insinuation in her words. She was trying to mock Veronica, who was seated across from her. “Thanks, Your Highness.” Matthew didn’t mind it as he sat down beside her.

As the only senior among the younger people, Crayson said, “Alright. Since everyone’s here, we’ll start having lunch.” Hayley never came down to join them. Those who knew what had happened never brought up this matter either.

All of them were seated together in the dining hall. Since Eleanor was a talkative person, everyone was proactive during the conversation, and there didn’t seem to be any hostility going on between them. At the very least, they appeared to be friendly to each other.

was suited to be a diplomat. She was a person who could perfectly hide all her emotions from her face, and no one could read

fork and put it into her mouth. As she devoured it, she gave Matthew a thumbs-up. “You certainly live up to your name as my master. The fish is palatable

the fish and placed it in his mouth. His eyes brightened with surprise as he had never expected it to be so good, but he still pretended to be calm. “Is it delicious? I think it’s average, though. Let me think. Oh,

the hidden clan loved spices, and they expected the food served to them to be spicy. However, not every dish had to be spicy to

was one such example. He just had to fry it until both sides were golden, then stew it with spring onions and carrots. After that, he added a handful of coriander and let it simmer. As

said to Matthew, “Your cooking skills are

for your compliment, Your Highness.” Matthew glanced at him with a bashful

fish, Miss Veronica. If you don’t eat it now, it’ll be gone soon.

he had mentioned Crayson, everything seemed reasonable. It was especially true since the Ledgers had praised the fish for being palatable. Therefore, it would likely be gone for good in no