Monica pulled the bowl of food with a little shame, and avoid his eye contact.
"To be honest, Monica, do you know how to cook?" Stinson put down his forks, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at her gently.
"I can do it, but in fact, most of the food abroad is made by the ant I invited. I learned a few things from her." Monica was finally telling the truth. In fact, she improved her cooking skills. She had really spent a lot of time and effort on this matter, but she didn't know how to do it either. With her hands, she could draw a beautiful and prosperous scene.
"Okay, it looks like our candlelit dinner must be moved to the restaurant." Stinson could not help but laugh.
"I'm sorry, I was originally trying to behave well, wouldn't you be angry?"
"Angry? Why should I be angry?" Stinson shrugged: "I never asked my woman need to cook well?"
Monica breathed comfortably and laughed awkwardly: "I can cook sometimes, but sometimes I feel nervous.
"I didn't blame you. You are so great to raise Gabe by yourself as well as work hard. If you don't want to learn anything else, it's fine for me." Monica was just a normal woman. She could not have mastered everything.
"I messed up today's dinner." Monica was still ashamed. If she couldn't do it, she wouldn't let the two of them hungry until now.
"Don't blame yourself, let's go. I'll have people come here to clean up here. There's a restaurant downstairs." The man said as he got up and held her hand.
Monica got up and took her coat, following him out.
"It's almost nine o'clock. There's nowhere else to eat. If it's not, let's order a takeout."
"Takeout?" The man frowned. "I used to eat when I was in college. I haven't eaten for a long time."
"Then what do you want to eat?" Monica asked curiously.
"Forget it, let's take a stroll around the neighborhood and see what we can eat." Waiting for the takeout was definitely not easy, and it was the first time that Stinson had experienced what it was like to be hungry.
"You are right, takeout will take time. I'm starving to death." Monica subconsciously touched her stomach and flattened.
Stinson looked at her: "you can't cook, why don't you tell me earlier? Do you want to show me in front of me?"
Monica's face turned red. Well, she had to admit that she wanted to show her skills.
"Who told you to say that I have to eat what I cook? I don't want to disappoint you."
Stinson slapped her shoulder in disbelief: "Okay, it's my fault, let's go outside and find something to eat."
The two of them sat down in a noodle restaurant. When the noodles served on the table, they ate as fast as they can .
After eating, it was already past ten o'clock. There were several young girls beside him, who had been blushing and whispering, looking at him from time to time.
Obviously, they had never met such a noble and handsome man in their lives.
Monica also found out that although she thought that she was not bad at all, she was still dim with her side. There were a few young men who looked at her and were dismissed by him.
It was just that Monica would never know how cold this man would be in the face of an invisible love rival.
After eating their noodles, they walked out of the restaurant and both of them glanced at each other.
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