Chapter 222

There wasn't another person in the world who was as picky as Adam.

Lumma clearly remembered when she first started working for Adam, how finicky he was about his daily meals.

He wouldn't eat if the food was slightly cold, nor if it was too hot, a touch too greasy, or too bland. It had to be made just to his liking, and it nearly drove the cook to madness.

However, it seemed that Adam had been less picky about his food recently.

Could it be that being around his spice-loving wife had made him less selective?

"What are you thinking about?" Adam's voice slowly echoed in her ear.

"Nothing." Lumma tried to disguise her embarrassment by drinking water, but she couldn't twist the cap off after a couple of tries.

Adam took the bottle from her hands, naturally helped her open it, and handed it back to her.