Isn’t he just indirectly saying that Jovana Shaw is just a cook, and an unqualified one at that? Jovana Shaw must feel gutted by this, thinking she got the short end of the stick and couldn’t retaliate. Aurelia felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought.
She smirked slightly, and suddenly, she felt a pinch on the soft flesh of her waist.
Mason Nightshade leaned over, his tall figure pressed close, long fingers with distinct joints took the tissue from her hand, gently wiped away the grease from the corner of her mouth, his deep, rich voice carrying a pampering rebuke, "Why are you always so careless, drink slower, no one’s vying with you. If you like it, I’ll have the servants make it for you when we get home."
Mason Nightshade suddenly raised his eyes towards Jovana Shaw, "Miss Shaw, I take back what I said earlier, I didn’t know Aurelia actually likes the soup you made."
Jovana Shaw’s face turned an ugly shade of liver, she had planned to curry favor with the man she admired, but was degraded to a cook, and now not even compared favorably to one, and she would have to make soup for her rival? That little brat Aurelia has no right to drink the soup she makes!
"However, if you suddenly change your mind, you can write down the recipe, and I’ll have the servants learn to make it."
Aurelia gazed at Mason Nightshade with her innocent, doe-like eyes, "Our home’s cook is nowhere near as good as my sister, and I fear even our cook would only learn the method but not the taste my sister can achieve. Sister, how about this, why don’t you make the soup every day and send it to me? If it’s too much trouble, I’ll have the servants come pick it up."
"I’ve thought about what you just said and found it very reasonable. I don’t cook, nor can I make soup as good as my sister, Mason Nightshade might not say anything, but inside he might be despising it. Now, when Mason Nightshade gets home after working overtime every night, drinking a bowl of your soup, he’ll surely feel relaxed and enjoy it."
Mason Nightshade glanced at Aurelia without saying a word, thinking: This girl really gets it. He deliberately threw out this tempting and strategic remark, and she took the bait, offering the bait herself; wouldn’t the prey surely bite?
Mason Nightshade found himself increasingly fond of his little wife.
Unaware she had already fallen into the trap, Jovana Shaw’s eyes brightened, a sparkle of cunning flashed in her eyes, thinking: Aurelia is truly a fool. As the saying goes, to win a man’s heart, you must first conquer his stomach. Mason Nightshade’s stomach is in her hands, does she need to fear any other day he won’t fall for her?
Jovana Shaw’s lips curled into a smug smile.
Afrraid if Aurelia realized and changed her mind, she instantly responded without thinking, "Don’t worry, I’ll make the soup every day and personally deliver it to you."
Let the servants pick it up? Hmph, is she that foolish? Such a good opportunity to spend time with Mason Nightshade, how could she let it slip?
"But..." Aurelia dragged her words, showing a troubled expression, "You still have to attend school, wouldn’t this affect your studies?"
"Aurelia makes a good point, I think it’s better..." Mason Nightshade pondered for a moment, about to speak when Jovana Shaw hurriedly interrupted.
She hesitated for a moment earlier, the exams were coming up, and she’d been staying up late studying, wondering if she’d be too distracted. Upon hearing their conversation, she dismissed her last bit of concern.
"High school studies aren’t that burdensome, and simmering soup doesn’t take much time, it won’t affect my studies, and besides..."
Jovana Shaw paused, her face blushed slightly, playfully sticking out her tongue.