Eva Nightingale had been busy in the kitchen for quite a while.
In the end, she brought out two bowls of noodles and placed them on the table.
"For someone as distinguished as you, Boss, born with a silver spoon and with immense wealth and power, you probably haven't eaten such cheap food before, right?"
"No worries, if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it..." Eva didn't force him to eat.
Her words made Lucas Knight's face turn completely dark.
Without saying a word, he sat down, picked up a bowl, lowered his head, and started eating the noodles she cooked herself.
It tasted pretty good, just a bit salty!
He usually doesn't like eating things that are too salty.
The man always carried an innate nobility, a powerful aura like a king, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
She asked dejectedly, "Isn't it good?"
Eva could naturally tell he had a look as if someone owed him money!
