CHAPTER 56: NOT BAD
After being well-fed, Sky felt obligated to do something for his "sugar daddy" who provided him dinner. He got up and went to the kitchen to prepare food for Dray.
Aunt Mary, who was standing nearby, intentionally avoided helping Sky and instead waited for the drama to unfold.
Master Li was always critical of Aunt Mary's cooking, but now he specifically requested to eat Sky's noodles. This made Aunt Mary furious.
She had been helping out in this apartment for a long time, and Master Li never allowed her to cook. Now that she finally had the chance to cook three meals a day, he still looked down on her cooking skills. She couldn't believe that a young man like Sky could cook better than her.
Little did Aunt Mary know, Dray had already tasted Sky's cooking when she snuck out that day. She intentionally didn't tell Sky about Dray's picky taste buds, hoping to see Sky make something that wouldn't suit his taste and completely infuriate Master Li.
In no time, Sky came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of fragrant fried egg noodles.
"It's ready, be careful, it's hot... You can taste it slowly and see if it's good," he said, placing the bowl of delicious smelling noodles in front of Dray.
Sky's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he watched Dray, hoping he would enjoy his cooking.
The aroma of the fried eggs mixed with the milky soup and the perfectly cooked noodles wafted into Dray's nose, causing his dark eyes to narrow slightly.
Although he appeared indifferent, he couldn't help but be reminded of a certain memory by the strong food aroma.
Aunt Mary had been waiting on the side, hoping to see Sky fail.
She couldn't believe that Sky thought he was a cooking genius for making such a cheap dish and that it could impress Master Li.
She didn't think that Master Li would eat such low-quality food, which was not even fit for a dog's stomach.
However, to Aunt Mary's surprise, the man with the low gaze and picky demeanor picked up his chopsticks as soon as Sky placed the bowl of noodles in front of him.
He furrowed his brow slightly, picked up a noodle, and cautiously tasted it.
After one mouthful, the coldness on Dray's face faded slightly.
He didn't put down his chopsticks.
Second mouthful, third mouthful, fourth mouthful...
Aunt Mary stared in amazement as Dray's movements remained elegant, but the full bowl of noodles visibly decreased in quantity at a rapid pace.
Finally, Dray took two shallow sips of soup.
He put down his chopsticks and calmly picked up a tissue to wipe his lips.
"It's passable."
His low and magnetic voice sounded coldly as he gave his evaluation.
Sky, "..."
He had finished eating, but was it only passable?
He noticed the disappointment in his eyes.
Dray's dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his cold thin lips lifted as he added.
"Occasionally, you can make this for breakfast."
"Really? So, Master Li, you think it's delicious!?"
Sky looked at him, his damp eyes instantly sparkling.
Dray's face darkened slightly, correcting his words.
"It's not delicious, just... not bad."
After hearing this, Sky couldn't help but smile.
"I understand, it's just not bad... it's something that can barely pass your taste buds."
He thought to himself that his cooking skills were probably really good. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen the temperature in Dray's eyes melt like an iceberg just now.