His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 171 Little Monk, You Are A Girl

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Little Monk, You Are A Girl

Chapter 171

Chloe Collins didn’t respond but opened her lunch box after a moment.

Robert Foster started to chat: "My brother also practiced Ancient Martial Arts from a young age, so he’s really good at sparring. You two are truly well-suited."

"Eat your food." Chloe’s voice was slightly cold.

Robert pouted, wisely choosing not to continue the conversation.

He picked up a chicken wing with his chopsticks, and suddenly, his eyes widened with surprise.

"Wow, this is so good! Who gave it to you? Diego Willis?"

While talking, he took another big bite.

He had tasted delicious food from all over, yet he was still amazed by this meal.

Chloe didn’t look up, instead lifting the lid of the rice container. "Wanda Wesley made it."

As soon as she said this, Wanda, who had just entered the room with her freshly washed lunch box, heard her name and looked over instinctively.

Robert also glanced at her and immediately gave her a thumbs up: "Impressive culinary skills."

His gaze was crystal-clear, without a hint of impurity, and it was apparent that he was being truly sincere.

Wanda looked at him with astonishment for a few seconds.

Then, without saying anything, she hurried back to her seat and started reading her exercise book. Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as they held the pen.

Meanwhile, Chloe took a sip of her lemonade, the sweet and icy refreshment making her feel comfortable.

The dishes were arranged neatly, just like the meticulous man himself.

The meal was abundant, with four entrees and a soup, including the eyecatching braised pork.

She was very fond of this particular dish, and would usually order it, though the taste would differ each time, with some worse than others.

She casually took a bite, and the familiar taste made her face pale momentarily.

The scent of magnolia flowers wafted into her mind from distant memories, instantly making her think of that summer wrapped in warm breezes.

Among Master Songya’s secular disciples, she was the naughtiest.

Often, she would sing out of tune.

She would frequently violate the temple’s rules and regulations.

Finally, after sneaking out of the temple and roasting a wild chicken with the children from the town, she was put under house arrest for three days by her Master. During this period, she could only have one meal a day, which was always the most basic vegetarian food.

On the second day of her house arrest, her Master suddenly came to her and offered to reduce her punishment by a day if she would boil medicine and deliver it to Nineteen Junior.

She agreed without hesitation.

Boiling and brewing the medicine was easy for her, but the road to deliver it was somewhat long.

However, she had already delivered the medicine several times before, so she was familiar with the route.

Carrying the steaming hot medicine into Junior’s courtyard, the medicine had cooled enough to be consumed directly.

That day, she saw her blindfolded Junior sitting outside his room.

He didn’t move his chopsticks despite being faced with a table full of food.

Thus, his butler asked her to help him eat.

She was starving at the time, so she didn’t refuse and simply sat down to eat with him.

Back then, Alex was only nineteen and still had a hint of youthful innocence on his face.

His eyes couldn’t see, but he could accurately pick up a piece of braised pork and put it in her bowl.

"Little monk, eat up."

At that moment, she stared at him in silence.

Then, quietly, she picked up her chopsticks and began eating the braised pork.

It was fatty, sweet, and not the least bit greasy. The ratio was just right.

"Little monk, how long have you been here?"

She looked at him for a while and replied: "Over six years."

As soon as she finished speaking, he furrowed his brow.

"You’re a girl."

"So what if I’m a girl?"

He didn’t answer, just a thin corner of his mouth curling up into a faint smile.

After all these years, Chloe couldn’t understand why she had such a profound memory of this taste.

This wasn’t the first time she had eaten braised pork.

Upon further thought, perhaps it was because it simply tasted good.