NovelEndChapter 890 Nathalie couldn't help but feel a thrill as she faced a table piled high with mouth-watering dishes. With enthusiasm, she grabbed a piece of twice-cooked pork and popped it into her mouth, only to find it fiery hot. She swallowed it quickly, leaving a super salty taste lingering on her tongue.
Reaching for her glass, she downed the water in one gulp, trying to wash away the salty kick.
Morris chuckled at her antics.
When Lincoln brought over the last dish, he glanced at Nathalie, a bit taken aback. "Vivian, how's it taste?" Nathalie nodded eagerly, "It's delicious," she said, pulling the salty pork closer and devouring it in big bites. Morris watched Nathalie, already knowing the pork wasn't as tasty as she let on. He realized she was quietly trying to spare her dad's feelings by eating it all.
Morris suddenly reached out with his fork for a piece of pork, but Nathalie quickly snatched it back. "Nathan, this is Nathalie's favorite. You can have the other stuff." Lincoln, ever the doting dad, surprisingly chided Nathalie. "Vivian, don't hog all the food." Nathalie couldn't find the words to explain her predicament.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeizing the moment, Morris took the plate of pork. "Exactly," he said with a grin, gracefully popping a piece into his mouth.
Nathalie watched him nervously, fearing Morris, ever the honest one, might spill the beans about the dish's saltiness, which would surely dent her father's pride.
But to her surprise, Morris remained cool and collected, calmly eating without showing any hint of the pork's overpowering saltiness.
Nathalie felt a wave of gratitude. Like her, Nathan appreciated her dad's effort, choosing to bear the not-so-great dishes rather than let him down.
As she mulled this over, a sudden thought hit her.
Whenever she cooked before, Nathan always praised her meals. But were they really that good? She began to doubt her culinary skills.
Nathalie slid a more palatable dish towards Lincoln. "Dad, try this. It's really good." Lincoln, oblivious to the culinary mishaps, finished the meal. "You two seem to love my cooking so much, I'll whip up more for you tomorrow," Lincoln said, feeling encouraged.
"Dad, cooking is hard work. Maybe we should hire a chef," Nathalie suggested with a smile.
Morris couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed Nathalie finally realized neither she nor her dad had much talent in the kitchen.
But Lincoln, basking in their praise, was beaming. "I haven't done much for you both. Now that the company's steady and I have more time, lethandle the cooking. Homemade meals are always clean and healthy." Nathalie was taken aback.
Why was her dad suddenly so generous toward Nathan? He used to be so protective.
Lincoln's generosity didn't end there. "Nathan," he said warmly, "you've been cooped up at hfor Why don't you take him out walk?" Content belonge Nathalie looked at Morris, seeking his opinion. "Nathan, is that okay?" Morris smiled warmly. "Absolutely." He was more than happy to spend squality twith Nathalie.
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After dinner, Lincoln practically shooed Nathalie and Morris out the door. "Go on, enjoy yourselves. I'll handle the dishes." With that, Nathalie guided Morris out.
Riverside Lane.
The evening breeze was gentle, and the streetlights flickered on one by one.
Riverside Park was bustling with people taking leisurely strollso m Vendors wheeled their carts, calling out, "Get your candy apples here!"
Nathalie and Morris settled on a wooden bench by the square m glancing at each other, unsure of where to start their conversation.
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