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The princess often told her that the people and things in the past could no longer come back. She had to take care of the present. The two of them were living a good life now. The death of her parents was not a waste of money. Only when they knew the truth would they feel at ease!
It was like this, the princess's words were always right!
Therefore, she also had to look forward and live a good life!
Hearing Sara's words, Yara was stunned. After looking at her for a while, he asked hesitantly, "Can I boldly ask how your parents are..."
"I can't." Sara resolutely refused.
The death of her parents was related to the secrets of the royal family of the Cesar clan. No matter what, she couldn't say it.
Yara blinked his eyes and didn't seem to have any intention of asking any further questions. He merely smiled at her in understanding.
Sara's phone rang. She picked it up and said, "Oh, I'm at the gate, right? I'm coming out now..." Her shoulder was pressed down by Yara.
"I'll go."
He said softly and then turned around.
Sara looked at his back, slowly sat down, and put down the phone.
She really wasn't used to it. Right now, she was living alone, and she had done everything herself. In the past, she had been in charge of serving in the palace. Although she had been promoted later on, she still had countless work to do.
Now that someone had suddenly done all these for her and even asked her to sit down, she felt very uncomfortable.
When Yara opened the door, he asked the people outside, "Who is it?"
"Takeout." The people outside said, "You can order takeout."
"What restaurant's takeout?"
"The ended-of-the-month home-cooked restaurant."
The cautious Yara then opened the door and saw that there was indeed a take- out delivery waiter in a beautiful suit outside. When he saw Yara come out, he handed the meal box in his hand to him and said, "You're lucky. Now that the scenic area is about to close, you won't be able to bring in any takeout even if you're late."
"Okay, thank you." Yara accepted it with a smile.
The delivery guy looked at the house again. "I didn't expect that there was someone living in this scenic area. I thought it was going to be demolished!"
Yara smiled. "Oh?"
"This house has become a nail house in this scenic area. I thought the government would tear it down sooner or later, but I didn't expect that it hasn't been torn down yet. You must be rich..." So you didn't even care about the demolition fee.
The deliveryman did not intend to wait for Yara's reply before he got on the motorcycle and left.
Yara brought dinner back and began.
to eat with Sara at the table. As he ate, he said, "It's just so-so. I haven't finished cooking yet."
Sara looked up at him. "Can you spend time cooking?"
None of these businessmen thought that time was worth a thousand gold coins. They would rather eat or work outside than spend time cooking, not to mention the Second Young Master who had returned to the Molly Family.
"My mother is in poor health. When she went back to school, I always cook for her. Now I'm going home from work in case she gets wet. I'll try my best to cook when I have time." Yara said this naturally. "So I'm kind of good at cooking. If there's a chance, I'll invite you to try the food I cooked. I promise it's better than this one."
Sara didn't know how to answer. She felt that it was a little abrupt, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.
In short, it was a little hard to explain.
Seeing that she was silent, Yara looked over. Sara immediately awkwardly changed the subject. "... Thank you."
"Does Miss usually cook on her own, or does she eat outside?" Yara asked her.
"Make breakfast and dinner as much as possible."
"It seems that your cooking skills are not bad either." Yara nodded and laughed. "By the way, do you think it's wrong for a man to cook?"
"Ah? Why?" Sara didn't understand what he meant. She looked at him and said, "Well, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Don't be nervous, just ask casually." Yara continued, "I heard that many women now want to find a man who can cook and cherish themselves."
Sara's action of eating slowed down. "It's normal for you to think so."
"But you know how to cook and how to make money. Women don't like it, do they?"
"... Well, that's what I should do."
"But if they are rich men, they don't know how to cook. To be exact, they don't need to cook." Yara continued, "Do we need them to cook since there are chefs and servants at home?"
Sara listened to his words.
"Most men with poor financial conditions, if they often go in and out of the kitchen, women will probably feel that they are not manly enough," Yara said.
"I don't think so. Both of them should sacrifice themselves for a common life." Speaking of this, Sara raised her eyes and looked at him. "However, Mr. Smith seems to know women very well."
"I don't understand," he said. "From studying to working, I spent most of my time on taking care of my mother and my career. To be honest, I haven't had a girlfriend."
Sara looked at him in shock. "Then you..."
"The first part was said by the female employees of my company." Yara smiled and asked her, "Miss, is that what you think? Do women think this way when they don't cook for men?"
Sara didn't know what he meant, so she could only express her personal opinion. "...I think it's different. Not all women think so."
"That's right. We can't do it all."
"Mr. Smith, why do you want to talk to me about this?"
Yara glanced at her with a meaningful look in his eyes. He reached out and picked up a dish with his chopsticks and placed it in her bowl. "If I have a girlfriend, I will try my best to make money to support my family. I will also try my best to find time to cook."
"..." Sara's face turned red as she watched him pick up the food in her bowl.
"Hurry up and eat. I've finished all the late dishes," he said kindly.
Sara even felt embarrassed to say thanks. She lowered her head and ate quickly, no longer looking up at her.
After dinner, Yara took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Sara was also in the kitchen. She took out a rag from the kitchen cabinet that had not been removed or wrapped. She took the clean bowl from his hand and dried it while putting it in the kitcher cabinet.
On the way, Sara couldn't help but feel surprised when she saw his skilled washing hands. "I've always thought that Mr. Smith is so considerate. I don't know what kind of woman your mother is to be able to educate a son like you, Mr. Smith."
"Haha, is Miss praising me? Why don't I take you to see my mother when we get back?"
"... I didn't mean it."
"As long as you're willing, I'll take you to see her when we get back."
"Don't make fun of me. I understand what you mean by bringing a woman to see her parents in Country." Sara took the last of her chopsticks, put them into the kitchen, and closed them. "I'm just saying that you're a good person, Mr. Smith. You don't have the laziness and greed of a mediocre man, and you don't have the arrogance of a rich man. You don't have to ask yourself to make money and cook. You must take care of everything and do your best. Those who like you will naturally understand you. No matter how good they are, they will choose the wrong person. That's what people do."
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