Let them offer their loyalty

She became a little hesitant.

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PS: This chapter has 2,000 words. There should be an update in the evening after I wake up. I have been talking about it for three days. I deserve to die. I kowtow to you.

Chapter 383: Eiffel: I want to eat your...

Desserts, food, drinks.

This is often not the focus of the chamber of commerce.

But for some people, these things are still quite necessary.

The sun shines through the window into the warm room. The usually calm and composed girl seems particularly happy today. She slowly savors the tempting dessert in front of her, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a sincere smile.

The girl glanced at the man next to her. She took a small piece of cake with a fork and gently licked the cream at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly she turned to the man, stretched out her hand in an unusually gentle manner, held the cake with a fork, and motioned him to open his mouth. The man was a little surprised, but he was also infected by the girl's actions, and smiled and opened his mouth to accept the feeding.

"Do you want to try this? Is it delicious?"

Seeing his secretary showing her childish side for a rare time, Jonas couldn't help but curl his lips.

"When did Miss Eiffel develop a sweet tooth?"

He asked with some amusement.

Hearing this, Eiffel couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and said unhappily:

"I've always liked desserts...it seems like Mr. Jonas doesn't care much about me."

After hearing this, Jonas recalled that it was the other party who had always taken care of him, and he seemed to have never paid much attention to the other party's preferences, and he felt a little guilty.

"Because the last time I saw Miss Eiffel eating sweets was when she was with Esni."

Hearing this, Eiffel couldn't help but be stunned, and he didn't react at first.

After a moment, she remembered what Jonas had said about when he was with Esni. A blush appeared on her cheeks, and she glared at Jonas unhappily.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I remember it wasn't that long ago. Did Miss Eiffel forget what she did so quickly?"

Jonas' tone became teasing.

What he was talking about, of course, was what the two of them had done not long ago, eating "candy" together.

The different flavors of gummy candies left a deep impression on Jonas. Strictly speaking, that could be considered a true two-person trip?

"That's not a dessert, it's just candy."

"I don't really know much about this..Aren't all sweet foods considered desserts?"

"Mr. Jonas's definition of sweets is too broad."

Eiffel complained:

"Cakes and puddings are considered desserts."

Seeing that the topic had shifted a bit, he coughed and said:

"Come to think of it, when was the last time Miss Eiffel ate something sweet like this?"

"Last time..."

Eiffel recalled for a moment and then said:

"It should be two months ago."

"Why did it take so long?"

Hearing this, Eiffel couldn't help but feel a little resentful and said:

"Then I have to ask Mr. Chairman why he threw all his work to me again."

Feeling Eiffel's resentment, Jonas felt that he was deeply sinful.

"Well, if you really feel embarrassed, Mr. Jonas, why don't you have dinner with me tonight."

As if sensing Jonas's guilt, Eiffel reached out his hands, hugged his neck, and said:

"We may be busy again in the next period of time, and opportunities like this will become increasingly rare."

Having said this, she tilted her head and continued:

"Just consider it as compensation for me?"

Thinking that he had nothing to do in the afternoon, Jonas decided to agree to the girl's request.

Of course, free time is only one reason. As for the other reason...

Looking at the girl's face so close to him and her cute face with her head tilted, Jonas really couldn't bear to say no.

"it is good."

Seeing the corners of the girl's mouth curl up unconsciously, Jonas realized that the conversation just now was deliberately directed by the girl.

He didn't feel like he was being plotted against, and he smiled helplessly.

I have to say, Miss Eiffel's ability to act coquettishly is getting better and better.

Or is it that the other party knows his own advantages, so he can achieve such good results?

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Garlic scallops, crab meat and pork belly, braised tripe, dry-fried prawns, Dongpo pork, spiced venison rolls...

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Jonas couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked:

"Are these dishes all made by Miss Eiffel?"

It's not for any other reason, but after Jonas came here, in order to save time, he often took nutritional supplements directly. Even if he had the leisure time, he would eat Western food.

Of course, he himself had no special requirements for these, but he was a little surprised to see a table full of Chinese dishes after a long time.

"I heard from Esni. Didn't you mention that you wanted to try it some time ago? So I went to learn a little bit."

As Eiffel spoke, he tucked his hair behind his ears and tilted his head to look at Jonas:

"If Mr. Jonas is not satisfied, I can redo it and it won't take too much time."

"No, I do want to change my taste."

Jonas sat down as he spoke, feeling a little excited.

Jonas was somewhat touched that the other party had deliberately learned so much for him.

Known as the "Butler", Eiffel actually has a very strong learning ability, and in this era, learning cooking is not a difficult thing.

But the other person's constant concern for him made Jonas feel a warmth similar to "maternal love".

Eiffel, she could be me...I forgot what happened next.

Jonas felt the love of Eiffel's mother and tears welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but eat a few more mouthfuls of rice.

"Um... Miss Eiffel doesn't want to eat?"

As if he had noticed the girl's gaze, Jonas raised his head and found that she was supporting her chin with both hands, looking at him with a smile.

"Don't eat."

"Well.."

Jonas thought of what the girl said during the day, and thought she was testing him. He spoke uncertainly:

"Want some dessert?"

Hearing this, Eiffel shook his head and then said:

"Although I do like dessert..it's actually not my favorite."

"..What's your favorite food?"

Eiffel didn't answer, but blinked and changed the subject:

"You'll know when Mr. Jonas finishes eating."

After saying this, the girl's shoulder straps inadvertently slipped down, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Chapter 384: Miss Eiffel's Special Breakfast

When the early morning sun shone into the bedroom through the curtains, Jonas knew that a rare night of rest was over.

He touched the head of the blonde girl next to him, and the latter moaned as if she had noticed something, but she was not fully awake.

"Good morning. Although it's not my place to say this, Miss Eiffel should know that it's time to work now."

The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto Eiffel's soft cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled in the dim light, looking particularly long. The girl's breathing was slow and even, showing a calm and peaceful feeling. As if she heard Jonas' voice, Amy's eyelids began to tremble slightly, and her clear blue eyes gradually opened. She seemed to have not forgotten her daily intelligence and calmness in her sleep, and even when she just woke up, her expression seemed peaceful and calm.

Eiffel gently rubbed her eyes, looked up at Jonas beside her, and then looked at the clock hanging in the bedroom. She found that it was still early, and a smile appeared on her lips. She used her fingers to tidy up her blonde hair that was messed up by the pillow, then stretched her body, sat up slowly, and lifted the warm quilt to reveal her pure white pajamas. Eiffel gently placed her feet on the floor. Even in the daze of just waking up, Eiffel still maintained her usual calmness and intelligence.

She put her arms around Jonas' neck, with a satisfied smile on her face, and spoke lazily, "I'm so happy!"

"Good morning, Mr. Jonas."

"Good morning."

Jonas also smiled and spoke.

"How was your rest last night?"

Hearing this, Eiffel looked at the other party helplessly, and then said;

"Mr. Jonas should be more aware of this..."

"Well.. thanks to Miss Eiffel's delicious food, I feel like I got a good rest last night."

Jonas pretended not to notice the hidden meaning in the other party's words and said:

"By the way, what are you planning on doing for breakfast, Miss Eiffel?"

"Toast, eggs, and milk."

Eiffel answered casually, looked at Jonas, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he spoke with a burning gaze:

"Before that, I think I need to take care of my own breakfast first."

"?"

Jonas was a little confused, and then he saw the other party lift the quilt again and then lower his head.

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Spent a very wonderful evening at Miss Eiffel's.

I have to say that Miss Eiffel's eating skills have improved so quickly that it's astonishing. Whether it's making delicious food or tasting delicious food, Miss Eiffel has her own unique set of skills.

This was worthy of the title of "Deacon", and of course it also surprised Jonas a little.

In this world, one can quickly acquire knowledge through the content implanted in the chip, but that is limited to theoretical knowledge. To achieve a replica in reality, a lot of practical experience is still needed.

When Jonas asked the girl why she had improved so quickly, she just blushed and asked him to look at the fruits in her refrigerator.

Jonas immediately understood where the other party's practical experience came from.

But Jonas looked at the fruits with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

As if she had sensed what Jonas was thinking, the blush on Eiffel's face deepened. She explained with some embarrassment:

"These are all untouched. Generally speaking, I have thrown away anything that has been used as a practice prop."

When the other person said this, the blush on his face spread all the way to his ears. This shy attitude was really unbearable. Jonas couldn't help but think of the way the other person usually licked the fruit seriously. He coughed twice, and then started to tease:

"It's not good to waste food."

Hearing this, Eiffel hit Jonas unhappily, and then said:

"In that case, let Mr. Jonas eat next time so that food won't be wasted."

"Well, it's not impossible?"

Jonas was not opposed to this kind of indirect kissing style... Of course, Eiffel seemed to mind a little.

She straightened his tie and said: