Chapter 46 He Hates Coriander

"No way! I am not cooking for you!" Molly said, defiantly staring at him.

"Really? Then I'm going to eat Brian's noodles!" Eric said teasingly.

"What? You..." Molly was stumped by his words, and her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, trying
to control her anger. At first, she had thought well of Eric, especially since he was willing to help her.
But since last time, when he had played the malicious trick of lending money to her, he had made a
very bad impression on her. Even though he wasn't obligated to help her, he shouldn't have fooled her
like that.

With his lips curled into an even more playful smile, he suddenly leaned forward and whispered in her
ears," Remember, this is just a game. Don't put too much emotion in it! Or else, you would be the one
who gets hurt in the end. Understand?"

Having Finished his words, he raised his eyebrows. A dash of seriousness streaked across his face for
a moment, but was soon replaced back by his playful look. Standing up, he glanced at Brian, and left
the kitchen.

Molly compressed her lips, watching him go away. Then, she looked back at Brian, and with Eric's
words echoing in her mind, she hastily shifted her eyes and awkwardly said," Umm... The food will be
done in a few moments. Until then, can you..."

"Okay!" He seemed to understand what she wanted to say before she could finish her words and,
kissing her forehead gently, calmly consoled her," You're my woman. So, you won't have any chance to
feel inferior to anyone."

Taking one more glance at her, he left the kitchen too.



Eric had already taken off his stained coat. Casually sitting down, he leaned on the sofa after turning on
the disc player. The melodious strains of violin solo wound around the room, and he rested his legs on
the low tea table.

A moment later, Brian also sat down beside him. Elegantly crossing his legs, he asked," I've heard that
your father is interested in buying that ruined land in A City. Is that true?"

"Brian! You indeed have some far-reaching sources!" Shrugging his shoulders, Eric put on a serious
face and said," Dad wants to build a Smile hotel there."

Brian slightly furrowed his bushy eyebrows and said," But I don't think it's suitable in this city."

"It depends on Auntie Shirley's opinions," Eric replied nonchalantly," Besides, that land has a good
potential value. We need to bid and purchase it first, and then consider its uses."

Brian didn't oppose him. Anyone who had a good business sense and a long-term perspective knew
that the ruined land was going to become a prosperous commercial circle in just a few years.

Eric unwittingly caught a glimpse of the kitchen and suddenly changed his topic," Becky...the first dish
she cooked for you... was also tomato and egg noodles. Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Brian responded simply, without the slightest trace of any mood-change.

Hearing his answer, Eric raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously," To be frank, I am intrigued. You
said you liked this dish. But, in my memory, I've never seen you eat it. Why?"

Brian rested his eyes on Eric. His eyes became sharp and he replied peacefully," Because for me, it
stands for the taste of home."

The first dish that his mother, Shirley, cooked for his father, Richie, had also been a bowl of noodles
with tomato and egg in it. Every time he heard Wing talk about the love story of his parents, he would



think they were perfect for each other. It was his belief that they were the happiest couple on earth.

He didn't know why Molly wanted to cook this dish, but he was sure no one could have told her about it.
Excluding his family members, even Lisa didn't know that he liked eating it.In fact, even he didn't know
why he liked this dish so much. Maybe it was because Shirley liked cooking it, or maybe because Wing
had told him how Richie had been tricked by Shirley. In any case, he had a special feeling towards the
dish, and wouldn't eat it alone.

Then, Brian sat down at the table and saw Molly busily making trips around the kitchen and the dining
room. Finally, she brought a bowl of noodles with a good fragrance and appearance, and put it in front
of him. However, seeing one of the ingredients in it, his face darkened.

"What happened? Don't you like it?" Molly asked Brian cautiously as she threw a perplexed glance
towards Eric. She suddenly thought he had fooled her again and that Brian didn't actually like it.

Her question made him slightly frown but he merely stared at Molly, who was glaring angrily at Eric. He
opened but closed his mouth again.

Under her glare, Eric moved the bowl of noodles towards himself and started to eat. Nodding, he
complimented," Well! It's delicious!"

"Eric Long!" Molly angrily squeezed out the name from her mouth.

But Eric didn't care about her anger. He kept enjoying the noodles and asked," Little Molly... Don't you
know that Brian doesn't like coriander?"

"What?" Molly looked towards Brian and asked. "Really? You don't like coriander?"

He made no response. He just stared at Molly with complicated emotions deep in his eyes.



"I think it is tasty..." Molly pursed her lips and muttered, and then she added," I'll make another bowl for
you."

She didn't wait for an answer. She simply turned around and went straight into the kitchen.

"These noodles are as delicious as Auntie Shirley's!" Eric praised. Playfully raising his eyebrows
towards Brian, he asked meaningfully," Molly is kind of interesting, right? What a pity! She has such a
bad father."

"She is only my toy for this month. Eric... don't pay too much attention to her!" Brian said indifferently
and rested his eyes on the bowl of noodles with coriander in it.

Molly had already been standing at the doorstep of the kitchen, holding another bowl of noodles in her
hands and, unbeknownst to them, heard their conversation. She clutched the bowl tightly. Not knowing
why, she felt her heart ache. Brian was right in saying she was only his toy. It wouldn't have made any
difference a few days ago. But now, she felt suffocated and heart-broken. Why?


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