Chapter 1256

Even after a moment, the savory taste still lingered—even someone uneducated in tea like Stan knew that the tea was good. Turning toward Mr. Fowler, he said, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir." Mr. Fowler waved him off, "Oh, a cup of tea is really nothing. You can have everything I have when you become my son-in-law." "Dad." Rea pouted. "Could you stop talking about that? Aren't you worried about scaring him away?" "Fine, my bad." Mr. Fowler chuckled. Rea wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned on his shoulder. "So, who won?" "I lost," Stan said. "No, we played two games," Mr. Fowler smiled. "And we're even." Stan, however, could see what was going on. "You're letting me win, or I wouldn't have taken the first round." "No, you're good enough." Mr. Fowler nodded in acknowledgement. "Youngsters these days don't even know how to play chess." Then, turning to Rea, he said, "Why don't you go on a stroll in the back garden with Stan? I'm quite proud of it." He was clearly