This is a little wrong.
Leonard took a bite of the meat skewer, and as he chewed, he nodded in satisfaction. "Well, it tastes good!"
There was a sly look in Mellisa's eyes, and although her heart was clear, she didn't want to reveal Leonard's ploy.
At this moment, the butler was holding a food box in his hand and walking in a hurry. "Master, the chicken soup is ready!"
"Alright, let's have a taste."
Leonard pointed to the low table in front of him. When the butler turned and left, he said, "Drink some soup to get rid of the greasiness."
Mellisa didn't think much of it, and after opening the lunch box, she took a sip.
Recently, she had been eating with Leonard every day, and there would be a variety of soups. This was something Melissa had gotten used to.
...
It's almost nine o'clock now, and Mellisa is a bit sleepy after the barbecue.
