<h4>Chapter 245: Chapter 245: The Pitiful Little Maid</h4>


    At the open-air barbecue stand, there were a few simply assembled tables and some long benches where one could lie down. A few meters away was the charcoal stand, with wisps of white smoke rising above it, soon blown over by the wind, carrying the enticing aroma of grilled meat.


    A figure in a beautiful long dress was busying herself in front of the barbecue rack.


    And a few meters away in the rest area, Matthew Saxonyzily on a long bench, his long legs crossedfortably, hands behind his head, squinting up at the night sky.


    Compared to someone who was busy beyond measure, he was indeed leisurely and carefree.


    As more and more aromas wafted over, his slender Peach Blossom Eyeszily opened slightly. He turned his head and nced at that busy little figure for a while, thenzily urged, "Scarlett Yates, is it done yet?"


    "How could it be so fast!" A voice came from not far away, clear, bright, sweet, and very pleasant, but probably due to a bad mood, the beautiful voice carried a hint of hidden anger.


    Matthew Saxon curved his lips, as if her anger was not enough, and urged again, "Why so slow? I’m hungry, hurry up and grill a few skewers to bring over."


    "If you think it’s slow, why don’t you do it yourself!" The petite figure paused and turned around. Though the light was not bright, it illuminated her beautiful, sweet little face.


    With the heat being grilled, the warmth puffed onto her face, turning her fair cheeks a peachy pink. Her dark eyes sparkling with anger made them particrly bright.


    She held a brush for seasoning in one hand, and the other hand was akimbo, her pink lips pressed into a straight line of anger, ring at him extremely dissatisfied.


    Scarlett Yates truly had never seen anyone with thicker skin than Matthew Saxon.


    Being someone who does nothing and lies there expecting to eat, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t be so tactless.


    Comining while eating free food?


    She was busy running around, wishing she could use both hands and feet. In such weather, standing next to the charcoal fire, she was hot from head to toe, covered in sticky sweat, with the smell of oil smoke all over her.


    In contrast, someone was fresh and pristine, calmly lying under a coconut tree, in azy heap as if his whole body had no bones, not moving at all.


    He was like a pampered Young Master, whose ten fingers hadn’t dipped in soapy water, while she seemed like a girl born to do hardbor and serve him.


    The disparity in treatment was far too obvious.


    If not for the fact that he had generously gifted her that golden abacus, she wouldn’t want to be this miserable little servant girl!


    "Scarlett, I’m hungry."


    Without any self-awareness, seeing her expression was not good, heined further, adding fuel to the fire, "You’re really too slow. With efficiency like this, by the time it’s done, I’ll starve to death."


    Scarlett Yates genuinely wanted to smash the oil brush she held onto his begging-for-a-beating disaster face.


    She sneered, "If the Young Master can’t wait, he could also do it himself. I’m just this slow. If you don’t want to wait, you can go somewhere else to buy ready-made food."


    She really didn’t get it.


    The barbecue stands by the beach weren’t all self-service. Those specializing in barbecues didn’t attract him, yet he rented the rack for her to grill for him.


    Did he really think he could boss her around as if she were a maid?


    The more Scarlett thought about it, the angrier she became; her eyes were getting rounder, filled with resentment and anger.