The More The Merrier Chapter 150 Read Online


    Chapter 150 Her Initiative


    “Mr. Graham, would you like a bowl of soup?” Edwin gingerly asked.Benjamin waved his hand in a


    dismissive manner and replied, “It’s fine.”


    The butler nced at him and hesitated for a second before retreating toward the rear of the room.


    Arissa shot Benjamin a sideway nce, only to find thetter already staring at her. He had displeasure


    written across his face. For some reason, she felt a little guilty upon witnessing the look on his face.


    “Um… Do you want to…”“No, I don’t!” Benjamin snorted before continuing with his breakfast.


    Arissa’s mouth twitched slightly at his words.


    Gavin darted a nce at Benjamin. He was sitting by Benjamin and cautiously ced his hand under


    the table, tugging on his father’s pants.


    At that, Benjamin swept a nce at Gavin.


    “Daddy, do you want some of mine?”


    Benjamin furrowed his brows as he settled his gaze on Gavin.


    “Don’t talk while you’re eating!”


    Gavin was dumbfounded.


    Seeing that Benjamin was all riled up, Arissa pondered for a moment before abruptly getting up from


    her seat.


    “Where are you going?” Benjamin questioned sternly. Nobody dared to cross him with the intimidating


    aura that he radiated.


    Arissa curled her lips in dissatisfaction and answered, “I’m heading to the kitchen for a bit!”


    With that, she went to the kitchen. Minutester, she brought out a steaming bowl of soup.


    She did not think that Benjamin would want a taste of her soup as well. It was rather unexpected, but


    Arissa felt a little guilty to have overlooked him like so. After all, she was in his territory.


    “Mr. Graham, have some soup!”


    Looking at the small wisps of steam rising from the soup, Benjamin’s face lightened, and his brows


    unfurrowed slightly.


    “Who allowed you to take matters into your own hands? Did I say that I wanted soup?” Benjamin


    lowered his voice and questioned.


    Edwin stole a nce at Benjamin, and Arissa could not help feeling annoyed.


    Does he want soup or not? This is originally for the kids and not him anyways. It’s fine with me if he


    doesn’t want it.


    Fuming, she reached out for the bowl as she said, “I was wrong to assume that you wanted some


    soup. I sincerely apologize for that. I’m sorry!”


    However, before Arissa could even touch the rim of the bowl, her hand was smacked off.


    She was rendered speechless by Benjamin’s move.


    A string of curse words yed out in her head, but she refrained from voicing them out.


    Benjamin took a sip of the soup. Fresh out of the pot, it was scorching hot and burned his tongue a


    little. Nevertheless, he kept a straight face and savored it in his mouth for a bit before swallowing it.


    It does taste good. It is no wonder that Gavin is full of praises for it.


    Looking at Benjamin as he drank the soup, Arissa wanted to mock him. As she opened her mouth to


    speak, she met his dominant stare, and her words ran out.


    “Take a seat.”


    Arissa rolled her eyes as she sat down to continue her breakfast.


    Edwin looked on in amazement from the side.


    “Gav, try this!”


    After Gavin had gulped down thest mouthful of soup, Arissa brought out a chicken pie that had some


    leaves at the side as garnish.


    The moment she cut into the chicken pie, the air was instantly filled with a savory scent of food.


    Benjamin subconsciously nced over upon catching a whiff of the fragrance. His stomach growled a


    little at the mouth-watering scent.


    It looks delicious.


    “What is this?”


    Arissa raised her eyes and looked at him questioningly before replying, “This is chicken pie. Have you


    not tried it before?” Benjamin looked across at Arissa and catching her eye, he raised his eyebrows


    questioningly.


    “Nope,” he admitted honestly.


    Arissa was stunned by his reply. Chicken pie isn’t really considered to bemon folk food, though. I


    thought he would have at least tried it once before.


    “Well, in that case, why don’t you give it a try?”


    She took the initiative to hand one over to Benjamin. I’d better pass him one. Otherwise, he might start


    to create a fuss and nitpick at me again.


    The hard angles of Benjamin’s face softened a touch, just enough for Edwin to notice it, and thetter


    hurriedly came forward to serve Benjamin.


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    While doing so, heplimented Arissa and eximed, “Mr. Graham, this smells amazing! It has a


    really authentic smell. Ms. York has done this very well.”


    His gaze narrow and sharp, Benjamin frowned as he zeroed in on Edwin’s face and asked, “Have you


    tried it?”


    Met with Benjamin’s displeased stare, Edwin hastily exined, “I helped to taste test it while it was still


    cooking.”


    Benjamin’s sour look immediately disappeared. cing the chicken pie onto a te, Edwin served him


    the chicken pie after removing the leaves.


    Arissa looked at the dignified man. It’s merely breakfast, yet he eats like he’s dining at a high-ss


    restaurant.


    She dug a spoonful of the chicken pie and brought it to Gavin’s mouth.


    The little boy chuckled and blurted, “Mommy, I can eat by myself!”


    “All right… After having this mouthful, you can eat by yourself.” Arissa smiled dotingly at him.


    Gavin took a bite, and his eyes immediately lighted up with joy.


    This is also really delicious!