Elizabeth had arranged two plates of fried rice she had cooked herself on the table. Meanwhile, Nathan remained silent, gazing at the dish in front of him as though weighing something in his mind.“Please, go ahead and eat,” Elizabeth said after pouring mineral water into the glasses.“Yes,” Nathan replied briefly. He began to spoon the fried rice into his mouth, followed by Elizabeth doing the same.“Well?” Elizabeth asked cautiously. “Does it suit your taste?”She hoped her cooking would not disappoint him. To her own palate, the fried rice tasted balanced—neither excessive nor bland. Still, everyone’s taste was different.If Nathan said it did not taste good, he would clearly be lying. In truth, Elizabeth’s fried rice was delicious, not inferior to the dishes usually prepared by the chef at the mansion. Even so, Nathan had no intention of admitting its quality.“It’s good, isn’t it?” Elizabeth asked again, still waiting for his response.“It’s not good,” Nathan said suddenly. He st
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