HRPM – Chapter 93 Trying to please him? (5)

“What’s the rush? It’s not even mealtime yet. If you’re hungry, go ahead and eat—I won’t blame you. After all, these are the signature dishes of my Jin Luoluo Grand Hotel. It’s only natural if you can’t resist the aroma.”

“Hmph. Just some crude street food. I don’t even care for it.”

“Oh~~ is that so? Since you don’t care for it, then take it away. I wouldn’t dare use such common dishes to insult Lord Xiao’s noble stomach. What if you get an upset stomach? I couldn’t afford the compensation.” Jin Luoluo waved her hand, and the servants moved to remove the dishes.

Xiao Che’s teeth itched with anger. This Jin Luoluo was clearly doing it on purpose—first tempting him until his appetite surged, then pretending to take everything away.

Normally, he wouldn’t fall for such tricks. But she had timed it perfectly—serving the food when he was at his hungriest, and the dishes smelled unbelievably rich and enticing. Eating was a basic human desire, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t resist his own hunger.

This damned Jin Luoluo was too cunning.

“Put them down. I value food—sending it back like this would be a waste.”

“Put them down, put them down! It’s rare for Lord Xiao to be so thrifty—we should give him some face. Lift the lids!” With Jin Luoluo’s command, the well-trained servants lifted the covers in unison, creating an impressive scene.

Exquisite and elegant dishes were revealed before Xiao Che, each one something he had never seen before. It dazzled his eyes.

Xiao Che picked up a piece of richly sauced black chicken and put it in his mouth. The moment he took a bite, his heart trembled.

Even though he found Jin Luoluo annoying, the chicken from her establishment was unbelievably delicious—far superior to anything made by the imperial chefs.

He couldn’t help recalling her words: “To win a man’s heart, first win his stomach.”

It seemed to make some sense. If he married Jin Luoluo, he could eat such delicacies every day—perhaps that was her one redeeming value.

“What is this?” Xiao Che asked, picking up another piece of chicken.

“‘Black-bellied’ chicken!”

Pfft—Xiao Che almost spat out the chicken he had just eaten.

He knew it—Jin Luoluo would never let him eat in peace. What kind of name was that? She was clearly insulting him!

“Jin Luoluo, shut up. From now until I finish dinner, you are not allowed to speak.”