“No wonder! This restaurant is pretty awesome,” Xyla Quest declared.

“I invited him to come,” Stanley Batton told her.

“Oh, impressive! I like his food.”

He then took a bite of a piece of medium-rare beef.

“Do you?” he asked, lowering his gaze to cut a piece of beef before feeding it to her.

“Yeah, I do,” she nodded with a smile, chewing in contentment.

“That’s settled, then. I’ll hire the chef to work at our house from now on,” he decided.

“Let’s not," she said hastily. "You know I’m not used to having too many strangers in the house.”

“In that case, forget it. I’ll learn a few things from this chef and do the cooking from now on.”

“Okay, but I think my husband is better than any Michelin star chef,” she teased.

She wasn’t lying.

Stanley’s cooking skills were indeed on par with Michelin star chefs.

He had improved by leaps and bounds after lots of practical cooking experience.

“Really?” he questioned, grinning at her words.

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