<h4>Chapter 22: Chapter 22: No Appreciation at All</h4>
Julian Lancaster didn’t me her.
She already hit him, could he possibly hit back?
His eyes fell on Nina Sinir’s draft and asked, "Is this mural for Zenith’s outer wall?"
"Yeah, what do you think?" Nina Sinir showed her sketchbook.
"Not bad." Julian Lancaster sincerely praised.
He has always had a high standard, so getting this evaluation was quite thepliment.
Nina Sinir’s expression dropped, feeling a bit upset; she felt Julian Lancaster’s "not bad" meant it wasn’t great.
Obviously, her skills are excellent, everyone praises her, but it seems a driver has no artistic sense and can’t appreciate it.
Nina Sinir put down her sketchbook with ns to cook. She turned into the kitchen and began preparing dinner for tonight.
Julian Lancaster watched her back with a puzzled expression, slightly frowning.
Praising her and she’s still unhappy?
It’s known that if Felix Ford and others got his "not bad," they’d be happy all day.
Nina Sinir is a master in cooking, once she put the rice on, she skillfully moved on to chopping vegetables, handling it all with ease.
As the first dish was ready, she was about to serve it when Julian Lancaster walked in, extending his hand to help, "I’ll take it out."
Seeing him lend a hand, a slight arc appeared on Nina Sinir’s lips, her earlier annoyance dissipated.
He’s just a bit straightforward, not good at givingpliments.
At the dining table, the two sat face to face, the atmosphere quiet and warm, as if they were an old married couple.
Not knowing Julian Lancaster’s tastes, Nina Sinir cooked two extra dishes tonight.
Stir-fried pepper and meat, sautéed celery, tomato scrambled eggs; three dishes and one soup, more than enough for the two.
Julian Lancaster’s gaze fell on the stir-fried pepper and meat before him, his handsome eyebrows gently furrowing before quickly rxing again.
He picked up a piece of pepper and actively ced it into Nina Sinir’s bowl.
"Thank you." Nina Sinir was a bit surprised.
She hadn’t expected Julian Lancaster to serve her, making her feel ttered.
But soon, Nina Sinir realized she was being naive.
It seemed like Julian Lancaster served her because he doesn’t like peppers!
Whenever he served food, he avoided peppers entirely, not even touching them.
Nina Sinir paused for a moment and said bluntly, "You gave me the peppers because you don’t like them, right?"
She looked into his eyes with a teasing expression, as if saying: Quit pretending, you gave them to me because you don’t like them.
"Peppers are rich in Vitamin C, which helps promote fat metabolism, reduce fat, and aid in slimming." Julian Lancaster said with a straight face.
Was he implying she’s fat?
Seeing Nina Sinir’s unhappy expression, Julian Lancaster remembered Sharon Lancaster once said it’s impolite to call a girl fat.
He added, "You have a great figure, eating peppers can help maintain it, eat more."
Listening to his absurd reasoning, Nina Sinir smirked, picked up a bunch of peppers with her chopsticks, and ced them in Julian Lancaster’s bowl.
"You’re right, eating peppers has benefits, you should eat more too." See if you’ll still deny it!
Julian Lancaster: "..."
Nina Sinir just smiled at him, while Julian Lancaster looked at the pile of peppers in his bowl, his brows furrowed like he could squish a mosquito.
Finally, he took a deep breath and ate every pepper in his bowl.
After the meal, Nina Sinir worried Julian Lancaster might break something again, so she got up to wash the dishes.
After finishing, she came out of the kitchen to find Julian Lancaster sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, appearing exceptionally noble and aloof when quiet, creating a sense of unapproachability.
He nced over and said, "Let’s talk."
"What do you want to say?" Nina Sinir asked suspiciously as she walked over and sat beside him.
Julian Lancaster paused and asked, "You were with Vincent Lancaster for three years?"