Cooking For Him
It was Vinson’s first time seeing how an oily and smoky affair in the kitchen could look like a work of art
when Arielle did it.
Perhaps it is because she has slender fingers and her skin is as white as snow.
Arielle did not notice that Vinson had his gaze fixated on her. She was paying full attention on making the
stuffing and getting the dough ready.
While she was preparing the stuffing, she let the dough rest. Thereafter, she flattened the dough into
many thin discs, wrapped the stuffing, and skillfully shaped each ravioli.
He could not help but asked, “Do you do this often?”
“You can say so. When I was living in another country… um… countryside, I’d sometimes make ravioli
on my own when I’m tired of ordering take-outs. Ravioli seem easy to make as it only involves a few
steps. Once it’s steamed, you can eat it right away.”
“I see.” Vinson pretended that he did not notice Arielle’s slip of the tongue and took the initiative to make
ravioli too.
He copied her actions and the outcome seemed to be quite favorable. Although he messed up a few
times, he somehow managed to make some decent ones too.
Without another word uttered, the two of them continued to shape the ravioli quietly. Surprisingly, Vinson
did not feel that it was a bore to do such trivial things.
In fact, he really enjoyed the peaceful moments spent with Arielle.
Shortly after, all the ravioli were steamed and ready to be eaten.
“Let me try your masterpiece.” He took one and stuffed it inside his mouth.
Even though Arielle appeared to be very skillful throughout the process and she even did it from scratch,
Vinson had very high expectations because he had tasted an array of good food.
Moreover, one of the companies under Nightshire Group had produced a special type of premium frozen
ravioli, which was very delicious yet expensive.
He had tried them all and took pride in his own products.
Hence, he did not expect much from Arielle and was actually ready to comment on her food.
However, the moment he ate one, he stared at Arielle with his eyes wide opened. He was so shocked to
have such a rich burst of flavors inside his mouth. The combination of savory gravy, crunchy vegetables,
and perfectly marinated minced meat was such a tease to his tastebuds.
It was his first time to have tasted something so delectable even though the ingredients that she used
were just the basic ones provided by the hotel.
There was even a sparkle in his eyes.
Arielle had not had a bite yet, so she could not comprehend Vinson’s reaction. “Is it not good?”
“No, that’s not it.” He continued speaking after swallowing a mouthful, “It tastes all right, especially when I
made it myself.”
Arielle was rendered speechless.
He was making them at a snail’s pace. When I finished, he’s only done six of them. The one he’s eating
might not even be his work.
Anyhow, Vinson was not a man who would praise others easily. Thus, Arielle took his response as a
compliment.
She did not ask him further. Instead, she lowered her head and continued eating.
After having only one, she realized that half of the thirty-odd pieces of ravioli on the plate were gone.
While chewing one in his mouth, Vinson kept serving himself albeit already having a full bowl in front of
him.
His actions brought a smile to her face.
The following day, Arielle put on the clothes that Vinson had asked someone to prepare for her and
walked out of the hotel in the scorching hot weather.
Right when she wanted to call a cab, a luxurious MPV, which belonged to the Southalls, stopped in front
of her.
The driver came down to get the door for her. “Ms. Arielle, Mr. Southall has instructed me to wait for you
here. This way, please.”
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