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fade. T“Orange Juice, Malsue said casually.
“Coconut milk,” Zinnia said softly.
“Just plain water, thanks,” Lydia murmured.
Though they hadn’t known each other for long, their conversations were relaxed and informal.
“Got it! Ladies, hang tight. I’ll
back,” Ethan said with a grin before heading off.
Brian went along to help, as Ethan c
all the drinks by himself.
Ethan returned first, carrying the coconut milk and water. He handed the coconut milk to Zinnia and said, “Zinnia, here’s your coconut milk.
“Thanks,” Zinnia said, accepting the drink with both hands.
“Finish it up, and I’ll pour you another,” Ethan said with a smile.
Everyone had picked different drinks. Some were
insulated containers, so one had to serve oneself if needed.
“Lydia, here’s your water,” Ethan said, placing a glass of warm water beside Lydia.
Just then, Brian came back. He handed the orange juice to Maisie. Then he tossed a can of cola toward Ethan as he said, “Here. Catch your soda.” He had a bottle of milk tucked in his pocket.
Ethan fumbled to catch the can, nearly dropping it in the process. He said, “Take it easy, Brian. You trying to knock me out?”
Brian shot Ethan a glance and sat down without a word.
Before long, Tessa arrived with the first dish. She was a kind–looking woman with a gentle smile that radiated warmth. She said, “Ethan, oh my, you brought your classmates along today.”
The first dish was a plate of golden pumpkin pies. The golden pumpkin pies were arranged on a white porcelain plate. The warm, sweet aroma of fresh pumpkin filled the air, a comforting scent that was worlds apart from the cloying sweetness of artificial flavors.
Ethan stood up to help with the plates. He said, “Tessa, we couldn’t decide where to eat, so we came straight to your place.”
Tessa said with a bright smile, “You’re always welcome here. I made some steamed lobster today; I’ll bring you a plate later. The lobster is fresh. You ha to try it.”
“Thanks, Tessa, we’ll definitely dig in,” Ethan replied with a grin, not bothering to refuse her generosity.
After setting down the dishes, Tessa headed back to the kitchen to bring out more food.
Ethan placed the plate of pumpkin pies in front of Zinnia and said, “Zinnia, try it and see if you like it.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way her eye up as Zinnia stared at the dish.
“Okay,” Zinnia replied eagerly. She picked up a piece of pie. The aroma alone made her mouth water. The pie was still hot, fresh from the pan.
Zinnia blew on it to cool it down before taking a bite. She thought, ‘It is amazing. It tastes just like what Ethan has described. No, it is even better!
Zinnia finished the piece in just a few bites. She said, “This is amazing. Can I get two more plates to go? I’ll pay for them.” As she spoke, she looked at Ethan with hopeful eyes. She wanted to save some for an afternoon snack.
It felt like forever since Zinnia had tasted something so perfectly suited to her picky palate. Back when she lived with her Mas were handmade by her Master.
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They were exquisite, but her Master always limited her portions, never letting her indulge too much. Her Master’s culinary skills were unmatched, and over time, Zinnia’s palate had become quite discerning.
After moving to the Shaw family, the joy of eating seemed to fade. The meals were always bland and overly controlled, leaving her longing for the rich indulgent flavors she once knew,
Even the desserts were strictly controlled, with every ingredient measured to ensure they wouldn’t harm one’s health. Zinnia never found much joy in eating them.
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They were exquisite, but her Master always limited her portions, never letting her indulge too much. Her Master’s culinary skills were unmatched, and over time, Zinnia’s palate had become quite discerning.
After moving to the Shaw family, the joy of eating seemed to he meals were always bland and overly controlled, leaving her longing for the rich indulgent flavors she once knew.
Even the desserts were strictly controlled, with every ingredient measured to ensure they wouldn’t harm one’s health. Zinnia never found much joy in eating them.
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