RedNovelChapter 675 "How about we hit up a street food stall, Mr. Casper?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. He chuckled, dipping his head to gently nuzzle her nose with his, "Being with you, I'd even eat poison if I had to." "I wouldn't dream of poisoning you; you've got quite a nice exterior." Her eyes sparkled with laughter.
He was thrilled by her words, "Well, that makespretty happy." Casper shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Eliza's shoulders, pulling her closer, "I think there's a street food stall up ahead. Why don't we check it out?" "Mr. Casper, since when do you know about street food stalls? Did you take a girl there before?" she teased, turning her face slightly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCasper grinned, flashing his perfect teeth, "There's only ever been one girl for me, and her nis Eliza. I don't think we've ever hit up a street food stall together, though. But today, she's treating me." "Smooth talker," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist happily. "I'm treating, but you're footing the bill." "Deal. You treat, I pay." He agreed without hesitation.
The late-night street food stall buzzed like a lively cafeteria. The owner's shouts, the chatter of patrons, and the boisterous men boasting after a few drinks filled the air.
They found a relatively clean spot to sit. Eliza pulled out a wet wipe and gave the table and chairs a quick clean. "You sit down, I'll handle the ordering," she said.
She took a few steps before noticing Casper still standing. She guessed he might be put off by the lack of cleanliness. This down-to-earth spot was a bit of a stretch for someone like him, known for his cleanliness.
Just as she was about to head back, she saw Casper fold his coat neatly and place it on a nearby chair before sitting down himself. Eliza paused, rethinking her decision to leave.
She ordered an assortment of skewers, a plate of stir-fried clams, a mixed platter of boiled goodies, a cold dish with century eggs, and two bowls of stir-fried noodles. After handing the menu to the owner, she returned to wait for the food.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sit here," Casper said, pointing to the chair with his coat. "Don't catch a chill." Eliza was momentarily taken aback. He had prepared the spot just for her. Warmth surged through her heart. "Your coat... it might get ruined," she said, knowing it was a custom-made, pure wool piece that cost a fortune. "It's just a coat. No big deal if it does," he replied, gently pulling her wrist to make her sit. "So, what did you order?" "Just the usual stuff." "As long as you like it, that's all that matters to me." He was easygoing, content with whatever made her happy. The owner was quick, bringing over steaming skewers, three dishes, and two bowls of stir-fried noodles. Looking at the unfamiliar dishes, Casper managed a genuine Smile, "They actually look pretty good." "Casper, what do you say we have sbeer?" Eliza suggested.
Casper didn't want to kill her vibe, even though he knew she couldn't hold her liquor well. "One bottle each should do." "Sounds good." Eliza waved at the owner, "Hey, can we get two bottles of beer? The 'Adventurer's Brew,' please." "Coming right up." Once the beer was at their table, Eliza grabbed the opener and popped open a bottle. She poured Casper a glass before filling one for herself.
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"They worked hard to moldinto a cultured lady, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, with impeccable manners. But deep down, I was quite the rebel."
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