My ex-husband is seeking a second chance

In the Serenity Chandeer, Marc, and Lucas were ordering

In such a rare opportunity, Lucas took the menu, glanced at it, and asked the manager, Can Pearl make all the dishes on this

The manager had a smile on his face and politely replied, “You’re joking My Woolery personally selected all the dishes on the menu, and she personally taught the murder chefs in the restaurant how to make them?

Linay’s eyes lit up when he heard this “Then, can you get Pearl to cook all the dishes on the menur

He wanted to eat every single one of them!

The manager was left dulastruk

He had seen arrogant i people but had never seen someone who could eat so much.

Marc looked up at the person opposite him and frowned. His gaze was told. “You are going to order so much. Can you finish

iP?

“As long as Pearl is willing to do it, I’m willing to be a pig.” Lucas said without any paychological borden. When it came to: delicious food, what dignity did a foodie need?

Marc could not be bothered with him. He used a pencil to mark several signature dishes on the menu and then handed it to the manager. “These should be enough. Do you have any specialty drinks”

The manager said, “Rose brew, It’s our restaurant’s specialty. Our boss made it herself. Do the two of you want to try it?

Marc’s eyes lit up, and he nodded, “Sure”

“Alright, please have some coffee first. Please wait a moment, the manager took the menu and left.

Lucas could not stop marveling. “Pearl is truly a talented individual. She’s skilled in everything, even making alcohol. Having such a capable wife can save you twenty years of hard work, no, fifty years!”

Mare took a sip of coffee as if he did not hear anything

However, Lucas refused to let him go. He smiled cunningly and said, “So here’s the problem. You lost such a good wife. Have you ever cried in the middle of the night? It’s too late for regrets.”

Marc lowered his eyes, his throat tightened, and he swallowed the coffer he had just drunk.

The coffee was Civet Coffer. It was fragrant and slightly sweet in the mouth, but the aftertaste was bitter,

He did not cry bitterly, but he had regrets.

“What about you?”

Marc did not answer. Instead, he asked, “You’ve dated so many girlfriends. Did any of them make you feel especially regretful after breaking up?”

“No. I’m very miserable. I was either cuckolded or dumped every time”

Lucas looked sad. “Every time they cheat on me, they say they don’t feel secure with me. Is it my fault that I’m so darn handsome? I’m just looking at a telephone pole, and they think I’m releasing electricity)

With a pair of naturally captivating peach blossom eyes, Lucas had accumulated a lot of grievances over the years.

Mare waited for him to finish complaining and said calmly. “Who gave you the illusion that you look like a human?”

Lucas picked up the cigarette box beside him and threw it at Marc. Marc reached out and caught it accurately. He took out at Cigarette from it and lit it. He took a pull and waited in boredom.

“Did Pearl leave us here and go to the kitchen in cook?

Lucas asked hesitantly. He felt that Pearl might not be as “kind‘ as she seemed, and he could not help but want to go downstairs and take a look. He asked Marc, “Should we go down and help?”

“You’ll only be a hindrance if you go. Sit down obediently, Marc replied. However, he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.

Lucas asked. “Where are you going?”

Marc responded, “I’m going downstairs to see if there’s any help needed.”

Lucan could not believe what he just heard.

He thought that the statement sounded familiar. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Won’t you be a hindrance if you go?”

“Of course not,” Mare stood and looked down at him. He said calmly, “It’s mainly because I have nothing to say to a man like

you.

Lucas sneered, “Then you have something to say to the old lady?”

Before Marc could leave, Pearl walked in. Lucas immediately complained, “Pearl, he said you’re an old hag!”

Marc Males sighed and kept silent.

Was this fellow a primary school student?

Pearl walked in, her expression unchanged. “Oh, your mother isn’t here.”

Pearl sat down. Lucas poured her a cup of coffee with a smile. “You finished cooking so quickly?”

“Yes,” Pearl said calmly. Just wait for the food to come.”

Just as Lucas pondered the meaning of these words, the private room door was pushed open. The dining cart entered first, followed by a tall, thin, handsome man pushing the dining car in a chef’s uniform.

At the sight of Connor, Lucas and Marc squinted their eyes simultaneously.

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Connor’s voice was light. “Pearl, are all the dishes to be served?”

“Yeah, all the dishes are to be served.”

The waiter helped Connor bring the dishes on the dining cart to the round table. Connor nodded politely at Marc and Lucas. “Uncles, take your time.”

Mare remained calm, but Lucas had had enough. “Kid, who are you calling uncle?”

Connor was quite tall, and while Lucas wasn’t short, at this moment, with Connor standing and him sitting, he immediately felt a sense of being looked down upon.

What was even more infuriating was yet to come.

Connor blinked innocently and looked at Lucas. “Why don’t you call me Master?”

Lucas thought to himself, “You? Master?!”

He rolled his sleeves, wanting to beat the kid up and show him the true colors of the adult world. However, before he could stand up. Pearl said coldly. “If you want to fight, go out and fight. Don’t be an eyesore in front of me.”

Lucas immediately sat back down. In the grand scheme of things, eating was the most important.

As for the unruly child, he could be taught a lesson at any time.

When the dishes were served, Lucas was hooked. He eagerly picked up the cutlery and said, “Friends, I won’t stand on

ceremony

When have you ever been polite?

Marc and Pearl ignored him and slowly spread their cutlery to get ready to eat.

Lucas ate a piece of fish, tasted it, and picked up another. He chewed and swallowed slowly.

He glanced at Pearl with disbelief, then picked up a fork and ate a small piece of a meatball. He looked at Pearl, his tone resolute, “You didn’t make today’s dishes.”

Marc looked up and are silently.

Pearl’s expression was calm. “What’s wrong?”

Lucas looked aggrieved as if he had been tricked. “Didn’t you promise to treat us to a meal?”

His soft and coquettish tone made him sound like a child who had not been given candy.

Marc was a little disgusted and frowned in disdain. “Can’t you speak properly?”

Pearl glanced at Lucas. “I only said I’d treat you to a meal. I didn’t say I’d cook it myself.”

Lucas was quiet.

Lucas, the glutton, was not satisfied. He leaned against the back of the chair and was so angry that he wanted to stomp his foot. With the last bit of hope, he asked. “Did Mr. Cooper make this dish?”

“Mr. Cooper’s disciple did it.”

Connor pushed the dining car in again, and he confidently responded, “It’s me. May I ask, Mr. Parker, do you have any objections?”