Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 1149

A minute later, Erica sat down at the table again and started to eat the noodles with chopsticks.

"This sausage tastes really good, but why is it white?" she asked.

Matthew put the pot he had used to cook the noodles under the tap and explained, "It's called a weisswurst, made from minced pork and veal, flavored with parsley, lemon and other natural ingredients." A weisswurst was a traditional Bavarian sausage which literally translated to white sausage because of its white-colored skin.

"Did you use the oven to roast it again?"

"Yes, I did," he said, putting away the dishes he had just washed.

Erica ate with satisfaction, gulping down her food without pausing to breathe. "I didn't expect you to be such a good cook!"

Her words of praise made him smile, but as she continued to eat another mouthful, she said something that made him want to give her a good beating!

"You know what they say, the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach. Did Paige fall in love with your cooking before she fell in love with you?" 'Wow! This tastes amazing!' She was completely enamored by his cooking, even though totally oblivious of his mood.

He watched her put a shrimp into her mouth and chew it happily.

Matthew walked over to the table and sat across her. "If I want a woman, all I need to do is call her. I don't have to cook for anyone."

"Wow! You've got a lot of confidence! But, I guess you're right. You're handsome and rich. You're in good shape and great at cooking. You're the whole package! I'm starting to feel a little reluctant to let you go back to another woman." Although, Matthew had a bad temper, he was everything a woman could ask for in a man!

Matthew said calmly, "That's not something you can control."

"You are right about that too!"

Erica took another mouthful and suddenly something important popped into her mind. She asked the man sitting opposite to her, "Don't you want some?"

"Thanks, but no."

She held the bowl to his face and brought some noodles to his mouth. "Seriously! This is too good! Come on, have some."

Erica added one more dish to her list of favorite foods—Matthew's seafood noodles.

Casting a glance at the noodles on her chopsticks, he refused decisively. "I know what it tastes like. Just help yourself!"

"Okay! Oh, didn't you say that ham tasted good when cooked with tomatoes? How come you cooked it with cantaloupe instead?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows and said, "You've got a lot of questions, don't you?"

Erica held the bowl in her hand, blinking her eyes at him nonchalantly. "Really? I've always been like this with my dad and he never said that I was too talkative. Does it bother you?"

Matthew felt a dull pain at the temples. "The tomatoes weren't fresh, so I used cantaloupes instead. You don't like it?"

With a sly smile on her face, she threw his words back at him. "You've got a lot of questions too, don't you? Why do you care whether I like cantaloupes or not? What's it to you?"

She sounded annoyed. 'What's her problem?' Matthew wondered. As soon as Matthew took the plate of ham and stood up, Erica looked at him with confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I was going to throw it away, since you don't like it."

'Throw it away?' Erica's eyes widened in shock. That dish cost at least 43 dollars to make, exclusive of the fee for human labor, and he wanted to throw it away just like that? Erica snatched the plate away from him and said, "I like cantaloupes. I used to ask my dad's friends to bring me cantaloupes from Xinjiang. Why wouldn't I like cantaloupes?"

To prove her words, Erica picked up the fruit fork and put a piece of cantaloupe wrapped in ham into her mouth.