Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Greta's beautiful eyes glittered with puzzlement. Seldom did this man leave the house. He usually stayed at home, employed in doing housework, which was supposed to be done by servants. The cooking he made every day tasted average. Greta didn't understand how he could make these dishes, as if he had become someone else.

He must have bought these!

Greta thought to herself. She would rather believe that Maxwell deliberately showed off his cooking skill to save face than believe that Maxwell had cooked them himself.

"Did you prepare these dishes yourself?" Hal smiled and asked, fixing his eyes on Maxwell, as if he wanted to expose Maxwell as a liar from his eyes.

"That's right. I hope you'll excuse me for my poor cooking skill, Mr. Hal," Maxwell said humbly with an embarrassing smile. With calmness in his eyes, Maxwell wasn't afraid of meeting Hal's gazes. Hal failed to see anything.

After taking a mouthful of cream mushroom soup, Hal immediately turned to look at Maxwell, his eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong? Please excuse his poor cooking skill, Hal." Greta thought that Hal was not satisfied, so she anxiously explained.

Hal lived overseas for many years, especially in France, so he must have been under conditioning of authentic high-end catering culture.

Although Maxwell had worked in Lafite Vineyard for a while, how could he come into contact with this? He was no match for Hal at the mastery of culinary culture of France. However, today Maxwell chose to make cream mushroom soup, a famous dish in France. He would humiliate himself. Greta began to blame Maxwell for messing up.

"No." Hal shook his head, looking at Maxwell in shock and bewilderment. "This cream mushroom soup tastes very authentic. Not only does it retain the original flavor of France, it also contains the flavor of China. As far as I know, no chef can make it."

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Maxwell, you do impress me today. I have to admit that you have a profound understanding of the cuisine of France. Otherwise, you won't be able to cook such an authentic and famous dish of France."

"Mr. Dai, I feel flattered. Every citizen of France can make this soup. I only added some local seasonings at the right time. That's why it has a unique flavor. I have spent some time reading the relevant books. It's just a trick."

Greta was dumbfounded. Listening to Hal's favorable reviews, she looked at Maxwell in great shock.

Greta blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at Maxwell with confusion. She had never thought that Maxwell would be able to talk in such a logical manner.

Maxwell had only worked in Lafite Vineyard, but Hal had gone to many top restaurants in France. Thus, it was not hard to imagine how much Greta was shocked at Hal's speaking highly of Maxwell.

Greta had no knowledge that Maxwell rarely showed off his culinary skills. That he taught the famous God of Cookery in the western dark world was his latest experience....

"Mr. Maxwell, you should also be very proficient in western etiquette." Hal, however, did not intend to let Maxwell off and suddenly asked.

"I can speak a little language of France. There's no problem for me to communicate." Maxwell laughed awkwardly, but Hal was delighted. Wasn't this an opportunity for him?

that Mr. Maxwell knew red wine. Why don't we have a drink?" At

the debate yesterday, Edmund only knew little about red wine, unaware that he had been tricked. One could imagine how limited Edmund's knowledge of catering

tasted more red wine than the amount of water

Maxwell was slick. But today, in front of Hal,

ease the situation, Maxwell nodded with a

the red liquid was poured into a glass, Maxwell gently

of rudeness, Maxwell was elegant, like a genuine gentleman living

she thought the one she sighted was not a lowly servant who only knew how to please others, but

Maxwell could become a gentleman with such excellent culinary skills after only working for a short period of time in a winery in France!

she could no longer see Maxwell

Maxwell toasted, completely different from the rude one last

one would consider him as a citizen

his wine

Maxwell, you know so much about western etiquette. I feel quite ashamed. I apologize to you for my prejudice

My wife teaches me all of this." Suddenly,

Maxwell's good intentions. He wanted her to take the credit so as to help her win

for a while before walking out of

on his face instantly faded, replaced by a

an overseas number was flashed

after

other end of the phone

The man wanted by the royal family of France

the princess of France has been enraged by him so much that she vented her

western etiquette well ... To my surprise, he has been hiding in China and become Greta's husband." Hal paused for a moment. "If we capture him and present him to the royal family

man now, he must be hiding his capacities. Thus, we must be on full alert." After Hal hung up, a cold smile lifted the corner of his mouth. At the sight of Maxwell, he recognized him, so he had been confirming Maxwell's identity during the

such a useless man. You must be driven by your sex

...

you really cook these dishes?" Greta asked as she stared coldly

thoughtfully poured a glass of water for

cooking?" A trace

What a

fellow, Greta rolled her eyes upward at