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It took half an hour for Elinor to made dishes for both of them. Later, she took out all those dishes one by one. Rankin looked at her with a smile. She cleaned the table again and carefully placed the plates, knives and forks before sitting down slowly.

She acted as a noble princess.

But her look was stumble and gentle, without any arrogance. After she sat down, she asked gently, "How's the taste?"

She made Western food, including fried salmon, noodles with blue lobster, French foie gras, etc. All dishes were delicate. She was like a Michelin professional chief. Rankin praised her. "Holy craps, how can you make these?"

She was still embarrassed and flushed slightly. "I practice cooking in the kitchen when I am free."

Cooking will appease her, which is also a way to vent her pressure when she ponders various methods.

Victor only sneered at her. "She has to be useful. Otherwise, what's the meaning of her living?"

His remark was too caustic.

Rankin thinks Elinor will be sad. But seeing her look that even doesn't change, he feels distressed. She may be used to these remarks.

She's even used to his asperity.

Rankin had to stand up for her. "Well, Victor, don't be so rude to her. Isn't this dinner perfect?"

Victor scoffed. "Only this meal is perfect."

Rankin laughed, "You're talking tough. If you don't like, don't have them."

Victor first reached out his hands to cut a small piece of foie gras for himself and put it into his mouth with fruit aside. Elinor stared at his expression carefully, as if to observe his reaction.

He swallowed it, glanced at her coldly, and saw her expectations in her eyes. He doesn't know why he feels it hard to be swallowed.

He originally planned to jeer at her after he tasted. But he can't spit those caustic words out.

He can't only change a way. He put down the fork, commenting coldly. "Not bad, but it's just so-so."

She seemed to have been greatly encouraged. Then she cut a piece for herself and another one for Rankin and put it on his plate "Here you are, vice president."

"Why do you always call me like this..."

Rankin was frustrated. "The way you call me is just greeting an old man, as if I'm several years older."

"You are unreasonable."

Victor continued to taste other food. "What else? What do you want her to call you?"

Rankin pushed his luck. Seeing Elinor's face as tender and white as a doll's, he blinked. "Elinor, how do you call Victor?"

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So when Rankin asked this question, Elinor's face stiffened, and Victor was even embarrassed.

He almost forgot her expression when she called him 'Little Brother.'