Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee by Lily Foster

The chairs they sat on were made of pear wood, intricately carved with delicate patterns, and each one

was worth a fortune.

The porcelain items on the table mountain don’t seem to have any particularly outstanding features.

In fact, it’s top-grade white porcelain from ancient times, a treasure that would typically be used as a

vase and displayed prominently in one’s home. Yet, Deli Restaurant uses it for their bowls and plates.

They’re really willing to invest heavily!

It must be said that the money was well spent here. The place exudes a subtle and understated. luxury,

with a lingering charm that can withstand scrutiny and refinement in its arrangement.

Upon entering the private room, Wesley couldn’t help but nod in approval. Seeing that even at

washbasin was taken care of so meticulously, he gained a deeper understanding of the Koch family’s

attention to detail.

“Your parents really keep a low profile. If it wasn’t mentioned, I wouldn’t even know that Deli Restaurant

is owned by your family.”

Wesley grabbed a towel and pressed it against his hand, “However, it’s clear that you guys put your

heart into it. You truly enjoy making delicious food.”

Aylin smiled slightly, “In the business world, people often make friends over drinks, but if you ask me,

you can also make friends through good food. When someone appreciates the effort put into a dish,

isn’t it like finding a kindred spirit in a world of high mountains and flowing rivers?”

Wesley wholeheartedly agreed and laughed out loud.

“Haha, you’re quite insightful, young lady. I like that. Today, you’ll be my muse. Let me see how good

your restaurant’s new dishes are.”

Waylon chimed in, “Grandpa, you used to come here on the 8th of every month. You might not be used

to today’s dishes.”

“Hey, it’s important to try new dishes too. How would you know if you can get used to it without trying?”

Wesley waved his hand.

Aylin and Robert exchanged a quiet glance, their expressions somewhat indescribable and elusive.

While chatting and laughing, the waiter came over with steaming hot dishes.

At the table, elders come first.

So, most of the dishes were ordered by Wesley.

Spinach, spi cy chicken, mushroom soup… a delightful mix of both meat and vegetables, providing

warmth and nourishment for everyone.

Once all the dishes were served, Robert courteously said to Wesley, “You are the eldest here, please,

Old Mr. Kline, enjoy your meal first.”

Following the rules, Wesley didn’t hesitate and took a forkful from the dish.

“You’re quite polite. Good child, go ahead and eat, don’t wait for this old man.”

Only then did Robert roll up his sleeves a little and began preparing the dishes for Aylin.

Not too heavy, not too greasy.

He carefully removed the fish bones for her before placing the fish on her plate, and gently

reminded her, “Eat slowly and be careful to check for any remaining bones.”

The meticulous care and attention given was as if they were handling a scientific research task.

Seeing Waylon sighing in admiration, the affection between this brother and sister was truly.

extraordinarily strong.

If he really wants to pursue Aylin, I’m afraid the first obstacle he’ll have to overcome is the

sister-obsessed Robert.

Well, the journey ahead is long and challenging.

It’s hard to say if he’ll make it through.

“Ouch!”

Just as I was thinking, suddenly, Wesley took a bite of the dish, and his face changed dramatically.

Waylon jumped in surprise, wondering what had happened.

Upon hearing Wesley exclaim, “Mr. Huxley, are you here today as well? How come this dish tastes so

similar to the ones he makes?”

In Wesley’s words, Mr. Huxley’s real name is Oscar Huxley.

Even Waylon, who doesn’t pay much attention to the catering industry, knows this person.

It wasn’t for any other reason, but because Oscar’s fame was too great. It was said that his ancestors

were once imperial chefs who prepared meals for the palace. Their culinary skills, passed down

through generations, left everyone who tasted their dishes in awe.

Waylon also picked up a piece of spinach and chewed it for a moment.

This taste, it’s undoubtedly Oscar’s handiwork.

He had once tasted the dishes prepared by Oscar at an American-styled party hosted by a friend. The

unforgettable flavor lingered in his memory, and he was certain he could never mistake it.

“It really is Mr. Huxley’s work…” Waylon paused, “But doesn’t he only come on the 8th of each month?

Today isn’t the 8th, is it?”

People with talents tend to be somewhat arrogant, and Oscar is no exception.

He was well-known and naturally unwilling to be in the spotlight. He would stay cooped up in the

kitchen every day, only coming to Deli Restaurant once a month, on the 8th.

At Deli Restaurant, it was packed with people, so crowded that there was hardly any room to move.

For once, the usually smooth-talking Aylin and Robert were unusually silent.

Waylon suddenly realized that something was off. Both siblings were usually quite talkative, so why had

they suddenly gone silent?

Interrupting his confusion was a rhythmic, evenly-paced knock on the door.

Waylon put down his fork.

“Please come in.”

However, as soon as the door opened, Waylon and Wesley’s eyes widened in unison!