A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 380

"Okay, I'll wait for the dishes cooked by Chef James!" Maria said and believed he could cook. In her eyes, there was nothing in the world that he couldn't do, except for giving birth.

James kissed her on the lips and said, "Go upstairs and take a shower. I'll call you when food is ready."

"Okay."

Maria obediently walked up the stairs, stealing a peek at him every now and then. In the kitchen, James opened the fridge and found it densely packed with ingredients. He didn't know where to start.

Finally, he took out his phone and looked for the ingredients according to the recipe that he had selected.

Maria completely believed in him. After putting the Juliet Roses into a vase, she took a shower, and then went to the study to deal with some business matters.

A little more than an hour later, she received a call from James asking her to come downstairs.

In her excitement, she quickly turned off the computer and hurried down the staircase.

When she entered the dining room, however, her face changed.

Looking at the dishes on the dining table, she asked uncertainly, "James, I guess you're better at cooking Western food, right?" The Chinese dishes that were laid out on the table looked terrible.

James, who was already pale after his hour-long ordeal in the kitchen, became even more dejected after hearing her words. "I can make sandwiches," he mumbled.

Seeing his expression, Maria couldn't help chuckling. "I'll get some rice," she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Okay." With a deep sigh, James sat down at the dining table. The longer he stared at the dishes, the more he wanted to throw them away.

Finally, he decided to stop thinking and just act. He picked up two of the dishes and walked towards the trash can.

"What are you doing?" Maria shouted, spotting his movements from the kitchen.

"I'll call the chef and ask him to cook for us."

Realizing what he was intending to do, Maria hastily ran to him and said, "No, put them down. I haven't eaten the food you cooked yet!"

"Don't you think it's too unappetizing to look at?" James asked in frustration, lingering near the trash can.

"No, I don't. It might not look amazing, but it still might taste good! If you insist on throwing it away, I'll be angry at you!" Maria said, pouting.

"Fine. Let's eat," James agreed, walking back to the table with the dishes.

"Okay."

The two of them sat down and served themselves. Maria bravely picked up a piece of scorched eggplant and put it into her mouth. After chewing it for a second, her mouth froze. The eggplant was salty and bitter, but she kept her face neutral and forced herself to chew and swallow the food in her mouth.

When it came to a man like James, who was not romantic in the slightest, it was a big deal for him to even offer to personally cook for her, so she didn't want to ruin the moment.

In contrast, as soon as James took a bite of a shrimp dumpling, he put down his chopsticks and threw the rest of the food in his bowl into the trash can. Then, he grabbed her hand, which was hovering over the plate of shrimp dumplings, and said, "Don't eat it."

Maria blinked lightly, pretending to be confused. "What's wrong?"

"I'll ask the chef to cook. Let's just throw these dishes away." James had never tasted anything worse in his life.

He decisively picked up the plate of shrimp dumplings and poured them into the trash can. Maria, who was eating the rice in her bowl, said unhurriedly, "Well, for me, this is a fancy meal. What they served us in prison was far worse than this. But in order to survive, I had to eat."

James, who was taken aback by the sudden change in topic, didn't know what to say. A pin-drop silence filled the room as he nervously slipped back into his chair.

"Have you ever eaten boiled cabbage and radish? Probably not. I've eaten undercooked radish and cabbage, without any seasoning. If you don't eat the food they serve, not only will you starve, but you'll also be beaten as a punishment.