Stanley Batton, who sat next to Xyla Quest, calmly and slowly ate a mouthful of noodles. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Five Batton. You are definitely the best cook among the men I’ve met,” Xyla complimented.

It seemed like there was nothing Stanley couldn’t do well.

Everything he did, he did it perfectly.

“Hurry up and eat. After dinner, go to bed,” he said.

Xyla nodded and continued to eat her bowl of noodles.

She alternated between a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of noodles. Eve