<h4>Chapter 246: Chapter 246: A Good Woman Does Not Argue with Scoundrels</h4>


    "Other grilled food is nowhere near as tasty as what Scarlett makes." Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a mischievous smile.


    Yawningzily, he rubbed his forehead and shamelessly said, "Homemade food from Scarlett is worth waiting a bit longer for."


    Scarlett Yates had long gotten used to his sweet talk. Initially, it felt nauseating; now it only made a few goosebumps appear, and she wouldn’t be so easily swayed by his fancy words anymore.


    She snorted coldly, speaking without a hint of warmth, "Then, Young Master, you can slowly wait."


    Having said that, she turned around, unwilling to converse with him any further.


    Every time she talks to him, she always has to endure quite a lot. Clearly, she wants to give him a good punch, but for various reasons, can only imagine it in her head to get some satisfaction. She feared she’d develop some problem from holding back so often.


    So, if she can speak less with him, she’ll try to do so.


    That mouth, which looks like it symbolizes fickleness, is really unlikable.


    She had just turned around, picked up a brush to apply ayer of golden oil onto the beef skewer that was emitting a rich aroma, when she heard that detestable voicezily pipe up behind her again, "Go easy on the chili powder, brush less oil, don’t make it too salty, don’t put too much cumin powder, and don’t grill it too long; if the surface gets burnt, it won’t taste good. Don’t grill the kebab too well done, seven or eight parts cooked is enough. Oh, and don’t sprinkle any onion, not a single one; I don’t like it."


    Inhale, exhale, deep breaths...


    Endure, she must endure; she absolutely cannot lower herself to the level of this damn man.


    Anyway, it’s only this one time; she agreed to only this one time.


    No matter what unreasonable or troublesome requests he has, she’ll try to fulfill as many as she can.


    Scarlett Yates took several deep breaths before slowly pressing down the anger within her.


    A wise woman doesn’t fight with a jerk; she must ignore that obnoxious voice behind her, pretending she heard nothing.


    But sadly, someone didn’t want her to have an easy time. Not hearing her reply, he repeated his requests once more, then, infuriatingly added, "Start with grilling something that’s easy and quick to cook. Once it’s done, bring it to me first."


    Scarlett Yates took another deep breath but still couldn’t suppress the anger boiling up to her head.


    She bit her lip hard, turned around, and red at him, "Young Master, there’s a fine dining restaurant just 20 meters away from here. The environment is beautiful, food is clean and delicious; I think you still have time to change your mind."


    Matthew Saxon obviously didn’t think so. He tilted his head, supporting half his face with one hand, squinting with azy demeanor as he looked at her, "I’ve grown sick of eating that stuff every day."


    "You were the one who just promised that you’d handle dinner entirely, Scarlett, are you going back on your word?"


    Scarlett Yates let out a cold snort from her nose, "Once I promise you something, I won’t go back on it."


    Unlike him, who made the agreement then didn’t keep it, and would seize any chance to get handsy with her, utterly sleazy.


    "Oh, then I’m relieved."


    Matthew Saxon smiled, teasing eyes flowing with charm, casually pulled a magazine from the table beside him and flipped through it, covered his mouth and yawned again, "Alright then, I won’t rush you, just don’t re your eyes so wide and pout your lips so high; they’re about to hang soy sauce."