Chapter 37

Moira's teeth weren't the best. That said, the meat from the grilled chicken drumstick was so tender that she could easily peel it off the bones. The meat wasn't undercooked and instead tasted succulent and flavorful. A hum left Moira's lips while she nodded. Although she hadn't said anything, her behavior showed her approval of the dish. One could also detect the noticeable shock in her eyes. After all, Xyla said that Wendy never stepped foot into the kitchen at home. How could Wendy make such a delicious meal? "It's thanks to you, Moira, that we can enjoy this lovely meal. They may be simple dishes, but they taste incredible." Jerome had been to fancy state banquets, so he generously complimented the meal. Even Alexandra couldn't help but look up and curiously examine Wendy. At first glance, she was stunned by Wendy's good looks. Plus, Wendy's fluent Bellmire dialect, courteousness, and exemplary behavior weren't what Alexandra expected. She assumed Wendy would behave different