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Cordelia flashed a sweet smile. “I knew you were hungry, darling!”
Zephyr was rendered speechless.
“What do you want to have, honey?”
A multiple-choice question appeared in Zephyr’s mind, but the crux was choosing the correct answer. He thought
their housekeeper had been caring for Cordelia’s daily life since she arrived in Melorian, so Betty’s culinary skill
must be alright…
“Why don’t we have steak and bun?”
Cordelia stayed quiet, looking at him.
“No, no, I’m the one who wants that!” Zephyr backtracked hastily.
Cordelia was still silent.
“Then… I want spaghetti? Mac and cheese? Fried chicken and fries?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe shiny pair of eyes across Zephyr blinked, her face still expressionless.
Realization struck the man. “Oh, I know! I want Acian food!”
Cordelia smiled. “What kind?”
It seemed that Zephyr was getting closer to the correct answer! He was thrilled and named everything he could
think of.
Soy-sauced meatballs? Acian sausages with vegetables?
Why did it seem like he was getting farther away from the answer the more dishes he named?
Zephyr scratched his head and looked at his wife pleadingly.
Cordelia sighed and rested her chin on her hands. She licked her lips, looking at him in anticipation. “Darling, don’t
you feel like having a set meal?”
“Set…” Zephyr’s eyes bulged before he forced an indulging smile. “Honey, how do you know I feel like having it? I
crave it so much!”
Cordelia was thrilled. “Don’t you just crave the set meals on flights?”
An airline meal!?
Twenty minutes later, the boss of the company which specialized in in-flight meals arrived speedily!
Zephyr’s assistant introduced, “Mr. Hamerton, this is Mr. Derek Weir. His company mainly makes in-flight meals for
flights departing to Centrolis. These are the chefs who prepared the meals!”
Zephyr nodded with a dark gaze.
With a hand gesture from the assistant, Derek took the chefs to the kitchen right away. Even though they did not
know why they were called here to do this in the middle of the night, they knew that Zephyr would pay them five
times more if they accomplished their task.
“Thank you all,” the assistant said with a smile. “Mr. Derek, Mr. Zephyr’s instructed to prepare all the dishes of the
in-flight meals and plate them on the boxes and trays just like how they’re presented on planes!”
“Of course, of course!” Derek’s eyes were squinted from his smile. “We’ve prepared the ingredients, and these are
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmexperienced chefs. They’ll be done very soon!”
“Thank you!”
“It’s our pleasure!”
The chefs were good in all methods of preparation and prepared more than ten choices of airline meals in a while.
While the service staff was not here to pick them up for serving, they chatted in the kitchen.
“What’s Mr. Zephyr thinking? Why is he not sleeping at night but summoning us to do this?”
“Maybe he craves airline meals in the middle of the night?”
“Are rich people all like this?”
“Alright, alright. You’re paid. Cut the crap!”
“Mr. Weir, we heard that Mr. Zephyr has a silly uncle,” one of the chefs said with a chuckle. “He wouldn’t have
followed his uncle and degenerated at his prime, would he?”
“Hahaha!”
Zephyr was standing outside of the kitchen, holding Cordelia’s hand. He intended to give her a surprise, only for it
to turn…
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