Gloria, who had regained her composure, widened her eyes and looked at Irina with her mouth slightly open.
How could she ask such a question?
"I … I …" Gloria was anxious to explain, but her mind was in a mess. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Did she like Mr. Mak?
She had never seriously considered this question, or rather … she had been avoiding this question.
Mr. Meg was special to her.
If it weren't for that tofu pudding, she might still be the little girl who could only cover her face with a black veil, carefully living in a dark corner, not knowing the value of her existence.
It was Mr. Meg who made her throw away the veil, find the pursuit of life, and find the value of her existence.
And he, who was full of talent, always helped her gently behind her back.
Other than her father, no man had ever treated her like that.
Did she like him?
Maybe she did.
But she had been carefully hiding this thought, afraid that others would see through her, and afraid that Mr. Meg would know.
She was afraid that if she did something presumptuous, Mr. Meg would be disgusted, or she would lose his gentleness forever.
She looked up at Irina, who was sitting opposite her, and suddenly understood something.
Yes, even she, who had met Mr. Meg for the first time, dared to say such bold words. Why did she have to be so humble and hide her feelings?
"Mr. Meg is a gentle and talented person." Gloria smiled at Irina. "I think everyone will like him."
Irina narrowed her eyes slightly and started to look at this beautiful and pure girl.
Everyone liked him, and that naturally included her. However, it was doubtful whether her liking was the same type of liking as others.
Other people only said that Meg's cooking was delicious, but she didn't mention it at all. Instead, she said that he was talented, which meant that she had seen through the surface and had a deeper and longer understanding of Meg. It vaguely showed that she was the first one.
As for gentleness …
That was a somewhat ambiguous word.
Was he gentle with words?
Or gentle with actions?
Was he gentle in the restaurant?
Or was she gentle in bed?
Any change of location or subject would represent the progress of their relationship.
But no matter which layer it was, her goal of secretly declaring her sovereignty had been achieved.
This was the so-called thousand-layer pancake theory of love. Her simple sentence, how many layers one could see would depend on one's cultivation.
Hehe.
Irina glanced at Meg who was walking towards the kitchen from the door.
She felt a chill run down her spine. She glanced at Irina and Gloria, who were sitting opposite her. She gulped and quickened her pace.
What was so terrifying about this Asura Field? He clearly didn't do anything!
Gloria blushed a little, but she still tried to maintain a calm expression. At least in terms of aura, she would not allow herself to lose to Irina again.
This was a defensive battle that could not be lost!
"I came here because of its reputation. I heard the food in this restaurant is very delicious. Can you recommend it to me?" Irina opened the menu and looked at Gloria with a smile.
Gloria, who was prepared for the next round of attacks, was slightly taken aback. She didn't expect Irina to suddenly ask her for help. Out of politeness, she replied seriously, "Mr. Meg is the best chef in Chaos City. Every dish he makes is very delicious. However, different people have different tastes, so they may like different things. I prefer lighter flavors, so I usually order a sweet tofu pudding and a rainbow fried rice, which is also known as Yangzhou fried rice. Occasionally, I also order a black pepper steak. Braised chicken and rice is also a very good choice …"
Irina listened attentively, and looked at Gloria with admiration in her eyes. This young lady was indeed very kind-hearted to be able to recommend food to a potential competitor so sincerely.
"Thank you for your recommendation." Irina nodded with a smile. Then, she said calmly, "I heard the owner has a three-year-old daughter. Will your family allow you to marry an old man with a daughter?"
Gloria, who had thought that the atmosphere had calmed down, was caught off guard by another powerful attack.
"Little Amy is a very cute and kind little elf. I think everyone can get along well with her." Gloria smiled.
"Of course, don't you know who gave birth to her?" Irina raised her delicate brows.
"Mr. Meg is in the prime of his life. Compared to those childish and ignorant people of the same age, I prefer to deal with mature people," Gloria continued.
The phrase "in the prime of life" was very much worth pondering over. Irina was looking at Gloria with more respect now. Compared to her bashful appearance when she had just entered the room, she had actually advanced by leaps and bounds at a time like this.
"Is your family okay with it?" Irina continued to ask.
"I …" Gloria choked. With her grandfather's personality, if he handed the Family Moreton to her, he would definitely not allow her to marry Mr. Meg. He might even ask her to take in a son-in-law.
Mr. Meg was a stunning man. How could he be willing to be a son-in-law who lived off his wife?
"It's hard to be happy in a marriage without the blessings of your family," Irina looked at Gloria and comforted her, "I'm different. I don't have a family."
Gloria blinked and looked at Irina. She suddenly felt a sense of defeat. She was clearly at a disadvantage in this first confrontation.
The corners of Irina's mouth curled up slightly. Although this was an insignificant victory to her, it was even more satisfying than smacking a 10th-tier loser away with a stool.
"I'm Audrey. You're very beautiful. May I know your name?" Irina asked Gloria with a smile.
Gloria was slightly stunned. She suddenly felt that she was a little funny. She actually felt so emotional because of someone whose name she didn't even know.
"I'm Gloria. It's nice to meet you," Gloria said with a smile.
"Your clothes are beautiful. Is it custom-made?" Irina's gaze landed on the long grey down jacket Gloria was wearing. Meg had given her a similar one, but it was white.
Although the clothes of the ladies in the restaurant were all given by Meg, they were work clothes, so she didn't care. But if it was a lady outside …
"This is made by our factory. It's not custom-made." Gloria shook her head with a smile. She was a little surprised that someone as beautiful as Irina hadn't heard of Suede. She hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Miss Irina, did you just come to Chaos City?"
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