Chapter 1366 - 1365: The Wrong Way to Open
Annie just watched Andrew, suddenly thinking he was quite remarkable.
If it were her, she probably wouldn’t be able to achieve this.
This man possesses a unique charm.
Loving someone to such an extent is truly astonishing.
Thinking of this, Annie was full of admiration.
And then thinking about Owen Lewis, Annie felt like she couldn’t even look.
"This is a new dish, try it."
The two of them, whenever they had free time, hadn’t come here to dine much, mostly going to Madgar Pavilion.
Now, Madgar Pavilion had closed indefinitely, so everyone decided to come here.
At Royal Dynasty Hotel, there really were many dishes Nia Mitchell hadn’t tried before.
Looking at the piece of meat in the bowl, Nia Mitchell examined it carefully, then picked it up and ate it.
Mmh.
Delicious.
"Is it delicious?"
Maxwell Peary looked tenderly at Nia Mitchell.
"It’s delicious, what kind of meat is this?"
The chef’s skills were so refined, Nia Mitchell couldn’t tell what kind of meat it was.
"Beef."
Nia Mitchell reached out with her chopsticks again to pick up a piece, but instead of sending it to her own mouth, she placed it into Maxwell Peary’s bowl.
"Uncle, you should try it too, it’s really tasty."
Nia Mitchell smiled broadly, very assertively.
"Okay."
Maxwell Peary nodded, picked it up, and put it into his mouth.
Everyone looked at Maxwell Peary like this and was stunned.
Damn!
Is this still their boss?
Could it be a switch-up?
Or was his soul swapped like in many novels?
But...
This person was clearly their boss!
Alan Morgan, although surprised by Maxwell Peary’s actions, was mentally prepared.
Among all these people, Andrew was the least prepared.
As he could be seen dropping his chopsticks with a snap.
That’s right, they dropped.
Including the piece of meat on his chopsticks.
Andrew: ...
Oh my god!
How is it possible for Peary to do such a thing?
Actually serving food to a woman, the point is the woman serving food back.
And the boss actually ate it!
He ate it!
Dammit!
Since when did the boss eat food that someone else served?
And what was with that expression?
Does it have to be so... tender...
This world has become surreal!
He better quickly return to his Sicily.
"What’s wrong?"
Nia Mitchell saw Andrew drop his chopsticks and looked at them as if he had seen a ghost, feeling a bit strange.
Did she do something inappropriate?
Was she not supposed to serve Maxwell Peary food?
Thinking of this, Nia Mitchell’s face turned a bit red.
Maxwell Peary glanced at Andrew, then reached out with his chopsticks to pick a piece of sweet and sour pork into Nia Mitchell’s bowl.
"Ignore him, eat quickly."
Nia Mitchell bit her lip, feeling a bit awkward.
Maxwell Peary’s words spread throughout everyone’s ears.
All of them immediately began to eat, ignoring these matters.
Only Andrew occasionally glanced around.
He really wanted to say, boss, didn’t you dislike eating sour-sweet things?
You usually wouldn’t even look at them.
Your chopsticks are affected, you should be furious, radiating coldness, then changing the chopsticks.
And demand having all these troublesome dishes removed.
And possibly have many hotel employees fired directly.
But...
What the hell is this now?