Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Greta's beautiful eyes glittered with puzzlement. Seldom did this man leave the house. He usually stayed at home, employed in doing housework, which was supposed to be done by servants. The cooking he made every day tasted average. Greta didn't understand how he could make these dishes, as if he had become someone else.

He must have bought these!

Greta thought to herself. She would rather believe that Maxwell deliberately showed off his cooking skill to save face than believe that Maxwell had cooked them himself.

"Did you prepare these dishes yourself?" Hal smiled and asked, fixing his eyes on Maxwell, as if he wanted to expose Maxwell as a liar from his eyes.

"That's right. I hope you'll excuse me for my poor cooking skill, Mr. Hal," Maxwell said humbly with an embarrassing smile. With calmness in his eyes, Maxwell wasn't afraid of meeting Hal's gazes. Hal failed to see anything.

After taking a mouthful of cream mushroom soup, Hal immediately turned to look at Maxwell, his eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong? Please excuse his poor cooking skill, Hal." Greta thought that Hal was not satisfied, so she anxiously explained.

Hal lived overseas for many years, especially in France, so he must have been under conditioning of authentic high-end catering culture.

Although Maxwell had worked in Lafite Vineyard for a while, how could he come into contact with this? He was no match for Hal at the mastery of culinary culture of France. However, today Maxwell chose to make cream mushroom soup, a famous dish in France. He would humiliate himself. Greta began to blame Maxwell for messing up.

"No." Hal shook his head, looking at Maxwell in shock and bewilderment. "This cream mushroom soup tastes very authentic. Not only does it retain the original flavor of France, it also contains the flavor of China. As far as I know, no chef can make it."

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Maxwell, you do impress me today. I have to admit that you have a profound understanding of the cuisine of France. Otherwise, you won't be able to cook such an authentic and famous dish of France."

"Mr. Dai, I feel flattered. Every citizen of France can make this soup. I only added some local seasonings at the right time. That's why it has a unique flavor. I have spent some time reading the relevant books. It's just a trick."

Greta was dumbfounded. Listening to Hal's favorable reviews, she looked at Maxwell in great shock.

Greta blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at Maxwell with confusion. She had never thought that Maxwell would be able to talk in such a logical manner.

Maxwell had only worked in Lafite Vineyard, but Hal had gone to many top restaurants in France. Thus, it was not hard to imagine how much Greta was shocked at Hal's speaking highly of Maxwell.

Greta had no knowledge that Maxwell rarely showed off his culinary skills. That he taught the famous God of Cookery in the western dark world was his latest experience....

"Mr. Maxwell, you should also be very proficient in western etiquette." Hal, however, did not intend to let Maxwell off and suddenly asked.

"I can speak a little language of France. There's no problem for me to communicate." Maxwell laughed awkwardly, but Hal was delighted. Wasn't this an opportunity for him?

wine. Why don't we have

yesterday, Edmund only knew little about red wine, unaware that he had been tricked. One could imagine how

overseas. He had probably tasted more red

today, in front of Hal, how could he

Greta was about to ease the situation, Maxwell nodded with a

of Lafite with anger. After the red liquid was poured into a glass, Maxwell gently pinched the stem of the wine cup with his three fingers in

rudeness, Maxwell was elegant, like a genuine gentleman living in the west!

a lowly servant who only knew how to please others, but a gentleman with good

with a trace of confusion. She did not understand how Maxwell could become a gentleman with such excellent culinary skills after only working for a short period of time in a winery

felt that she could no longer see

the rude one last night. Now,

he were wearing a suit, no one would consider him as a citizen of

his wine

my surprise, Mr. Maxwell, you know so much about western etiquette. I feel quite ashamed. I apologize to you

me all of this." Suddenly, Maxwell smiled faintly, making Greta's face

seconds before she realized Maxwell's good intentions. He wanted her to take the credit so

with Greta for a while before walking out of the

in a taxi, the smile on his

a call, and an overseas number was flashed up on

after

end of the

in France. The man wanted by the royal family of France is now Greta's husband!"

France has been enraged by him so much that she

has been hiding in China and become Greta's husband." Hal paused for a moment.

he must be hiding his capacities. Thus, we must be on full alert." After Hal hung up, a cold smile lifted the corner of his mouth. At the sight of Maxwell, he recognized him, so he had been

You must be driven by your sex

...

cook these dishes?" Greta asked as she stared

thoughtfully poured a glass of water

did you become so good at cooking?" A trace of

recipes online. What a

upward at him and walked out of the mansion.