Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 161

Chapter 161

“What are these?”

Seated at the dining table, Mackenzie knitted her brows slightly when she

saw the simple yet strange–looking dishes on it.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Quillen. I was so busy recently that I didn’t have time to go

grocery shopping. I randomly cooked three dishes with whatever ingredients

we have at home.”

Thereafter, Emmanuel introduced his dishes to her, saying, “This one is fried

pork ribs, this is grilled baby prawns with carrots, and the last one is

vinegared lettuce.”

I can’t believe this! Mackenzie had never heard of the dishes before, let alone

try them.

It didn’t help that they looked extremely peculiar to her.

“Come, dig in. You have to eat on time!”

Emmanuel served Mackenzie a piece of lettuce.

Truth be told, Mackenzie wasn’t keen on eating but was too shy to decline on

the account that Emmanuel had prepared them for her.

As she took a small bite, she was pleasantly surprised by the taste.

After watching Mackenzie swallow the lettuce whole, Emmanuel broke into a

vibrant smile. “That’s my favorite dish, Ms. Quillen. During my army days, this

particular dish will make me finish at least five plates of pasta when I come

across it!”

“Five plates? At least?”

Mackenzie was stunned. Is he a pig? Who in the world eats this much?

“That’s right!”

Unaware that Mackenzie was wondering if he was a pig, Emmanuel

continued proudly, “That’s why I went into the kitchen and learned how to

cook this dish, hoping that I can let my wife try it someday.”

The words brought a reddish hue to Mackenzie’s porcelain–white face. She

could even feel her cheeks burning a little.

Little did she expect to become the wife of a “pig” who could eat more than

five bowls of pasta.

“These two other dishes are also my favorite home–cooked food. Go ahead

and try them!”

Although Emmanuel invited her to do so warmly, he refrained from serving

her food. He was well aware that she didn’t like to be treated that way.

The sight of how enthusiastic Emmanuel was about the food whet

Mackenzie’s appetite.

She then picked out a baby prawn from amongst the carrots. I’ve eaten

lobsters that are a hundred times bigger than this seemingly stunted prawn.

Can it even be eaten?

After taking a small bite, Mackenzie was still capable of stomaching it despite

it not being comparable to lobsters.

“I’m done. You should hurry up and finish. We’ll be heading to Greendale

Village after this.”

Mackenzie put down her cutlery a short while after.

“That fast? Looks like taking care of you is easy.”

Disappointed to see Mackenzie stop after just half a plate of pasta,

Emmanuel resigned himself to finishing everything else on the table, and

Mackenzie could only stare at him in disbelief.

How much does he eat anyway? This amount of food is enough to feed me

for three whole days!

“My friend, who has investigated the matter, has reported that the trending

article was sent from Greendale Village. Since your cousin and granddad are

incapable of writing something so melodramatic, someone must have

helped them from behind the scenes.”

While Emmanuel was eating, Mackenzie took the opportunity to explain.

“Mmm–hmm, I think so too!” Putting down his cutlery, Emmanuel said, “Thank

you for the information, Ms. Quillen. We should head over at once to replace the

culprit and what their motive is.”

With that, both of them quickly set out.

Meanwhile, at Verkade Group, Hubert barged frantically into the CEO’s office,

yelling, “Gautier, give me another two million. I want to continue boosting my

article! I simply can’t believe this! After spending so much money, I still can’t

get my confession to Mackenzie into the trending topics!”