Chapter 435 The Meal from Hell
Chapter <b>435 </b>The Meal from Hell
<b>“</b><b>What’s </b>wrong?<b>” </b>
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Victor, seated at the dining table, frowned when <b>he </b><b>saw </b><b>Tessa </b><b>frozen </b>in <b>ce</b>.
Meeting his sharp <b>gaze</b>, <b>Tessa’s </b><b>heart </b>skipped a <b>beat</b>. She quickly shook her <b>head</b>. “N–No, nothing’s wrong.”
She rushed todle the <b>pasta </b>into bowls.
There <b>was </b><b>way </b>too much.
She’d cooked for two, but the pot could’ve easily fed five. Her sense of portion control was absolutely nonexistent.
<b>Tessa </b>cautiously ced a bowl in front of Victor, then brought her own over and <b>sat </b><b>across </b>from him.
She didn’t dare look at his face<b>. </b>
From the silence alone<b>, </b>she could tell–Victor hadn’t taken a single bite.
Forcing herself to eat a mouthful, Tessa nearly gagged the moment it hit her tongue.
But she swallowed it.
Barely.
Then she nced at Victor, managing a shaky smile. “It’s good.”
Victor nced at the bowl, then back at her.
His expression was unreadable–dark and unreadable, which made it all the more terrifying for Tessa.
“It’s good?” he asked.
Tessa nodded. “Yeah, tastes fine. It just… doesn’t look very good.”
Calling the appearance “not very good” was being kind.
The original pasta had somehow turned into… mush?
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Yeah. That was it. A gooey mess. She’d overcooked it, and somewhere along the line she’d forgotten she’d already added salt- then added more.
That had to be what happened. Definitely.
“If… if you don’t want to eat something that looks this bad, I can make you a new batch,” she stammered.
Honestly, that’d be ideal. Then she’d have an excuse to fix her mistake.
Victor let out a low chuckle. “Your cooking skills…”
He trailed off, shooting her <b>a </b>sideways nce.
Tessa immediately nodded. “Yeah, not great.”
She was already panicking inside. Victor hadn’t even eaten breakfast, and now this disaster for lunch?
At that moment, Lewis came in, along with John and Ss.
Lewis’s eyesnded on the dish in front of Victor, and he froze<b>. </b>
He stared a little harder, still not recognizing what it was<b>. </b>
“Boss<b>… </b>what <b>is </b>that? It doesn’t look <b>like </b>food for humans.”
Everyone went silent.
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Chapter 435 The Meal from Hell
This idiot really <b><i>just </i></b>said <b><i>that </i></b><b><i>out </i></b><b><i>loud</i></b><b><i>? </i></b>
Great. If Eddie ended up heading to Mambia <b>Dessert</b>, Lewis would make the <b>perfect </bpanion.
<i>Calling </i>it not <i>fit </i><b><i>for </i></b><b><i>humans</i></b><b>–</b>what<b><i>, </i></b>it’s pig <b><i>food</i></b><b>? </b>
<b>Tessa’s </b>heart <b>was </b>in her throat. She <b>stared </b><b>down </b>at her bowl, willing <b>herself </b>to <b>disappear</b>.
<i>Does </i>this <b>guy </b><b><i>have </i></b><b>a </b><b><i>death </i></b>wish<b>? </b><b><i>Why </i></b><b><i>would </i></b><i>he </i><b>ask </b><b><i>that </i></b><i>out </i><b><i>loud</i></b><b><i>? </i></b>
Victor’s <b>face </b>darkened. “Then what do you think it looks like?<b>” </b>
<b>He </b>shot Lewis <b>a </b>re, while John quietly took a seat far, far away.
John knew <b>better </b>than to stay close when Lewis opened his mouth–trouble always followed.
Lewis stammered. “I, uh…<b>” </b>
What did it look like? Could he really say it looked like pig food?
<b>No </b>one made pasta like this. No <b><i>one</i></b>.
<b>Tessa </b>silently kept eating, doing her best to shrink into herself.
Now even Lewis realized the danger and shut up.
But Victor wasn’t letting it slide.
“There’s more in the pot. Go eat,” he said coldly.
He’d seen the whole pot earlier. It was unforgettable.
The fact that this woman managed to cook something this awful—<i>that </i>took talent.
Lewis immediately shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”
Was he kidding? That mess looked inedible. Even pigs would lose their appetite.
“Go eat,” Victor repeated, his voice deeper.
Sensing this <b>was </b>going south fast, Lewis didn’t dare refuse again.
He nced from Victor to Tessa<b>, </b>cursing her silently the whole way to the kitchen.
Just then, Ss spoke up.
“If she cooked it herself, you’d better eat every bite. No picky eaters allowed.”
Thest part–no picky eaters allowed<b>–</b>came with a sharper tone.