GoodReadChapter 166
The middle aged man only gave Mirabella a cursory glance before his gaze shifted back to James, greeting him
with a warm smile. “Knox was thrilled to hear about your visit. He's actually whipping up something special in
the kitchen as we speak. He askedto let you know he’s perfecting a new health tonic recipe. It might take a
little extra time, though, so your patience would be greatly appreciated.”
James, upon hearing this, glanced at Mirabella.
Mirabella, standing nearby, caught James’ inquisitive look and casually waved her hand. I'm
particularly hungry. A little wait won't hurt.”
not
The middle-aged man was a bit taken aback by James’ manner towards the young lady by his side, but he didn’t
dare to pry further, Instead, he offered attentively, “I'll bring over sappetizers to tide you over in the
meantime.”
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“Much obliged,” James responded with a slight nod.
private
“My pleasure.” With that, the middle-aged man ushered James and Mirabella into a priv dining room before
excusing himself.
“This place is known for its food therapy. The clientele is quite exclusive, and they rarely serve walk-ins, James
explained to Mirabella as they settled into their seats.
“Food therapy?” Mirabella’s interest was piqued. “You don’t find many who can whip those up these days”
James was slightly surprised to hear such a comment from Mirabella. “You seem quite familiar with food
therapy?”
Mirabella shrugged, “Not really, just read a bit about them in books. Nonetheless, such culinary arts are mostly
from ancient royal courts, lost in time. Even if srecipes have been passed down, they're rarely authentic.”
She paused, “Of course, if it's a recipe handed down through generations from a family of health tonic
connoisseurs, that’s a different story.” She inadvertently let slip a little more than she intended.
James just pursed his lips and smiled at her enthusiasm.
Soon, the middle-aged man returned, carrying two delicate plates of pastries and placing them on the table.
Mirabella eyed the pastries, raising an eyebrow at one of the plates. “Is this Almond ThCake?”
The man looked at Mirabella with surprise and nodded. “Indeed, it is. The combination of almond and fresh
this great for nourishing the body and mitigating dryness, especially around this tof year.”
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Mirabella pinched a piece, tasted it, and a hint of surprise crossed her face. “The cake melts
your mouth. The almond and fresh thblend is sweet without a hint of bitterness. Impressive.”
Hearing her praise, the man gestured to the other plate. “Can you guess what this pastry is?”
Instead of answering immediately, Mirabella took a piece and bit into it. Then she replied, “This is Kudzu Coconut
Cake, but it's a pity that the kudzu root and coconut powder weren't dried enough. It lacks the intended texture
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand benefits.” After just one bite, Mirabella set the rest back on the plate. Her expression was tinged with
disappointment.
At this, the man’s expression was beyond surprised. Such discerning taste surely belonged to a connoisseur.
“Do you have sexpertise in food therapy?” he asked.
Mirabella shook her head nonchalantly. “Not really. A relative used to make them, and I've had a few tries.” She
was practically coerced into sampling.
The man didn’t press further and soon left the private room, taking with him the plate of Kudzu Coconut Cake
that Mirabella hadn't favored.
As the middle-aged man reached the entrance, he bumped into Wyatt, who had just parked his car and returned.
Seeing the pastries in his hand, Wyatt grabbed a piece and popped it into his mouth. “Not bad at all,” Wyatt
commented with approval.
The man simply gave him a silent stare before turning away and walking off.
Wyatt was puzzled. Something about that look felt oddly unsettling.
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