Since she arrived here, she had never been in a good mood.
She had never been treated like this before, always teased like a monkey in a circus.
She knew this wasnât the time to push further, but she swore to herself she would get back at Bennett when the opportunity came.
In her head, she had already slapped Bennett a dozen times.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, then smiled and said, âNo, itâs just that you didnât ask what I like.
None of these dishes appeal to me.
Is this how you treat your guests?â
Bennettâs face relaxed, and he laughed.
âMy bad.
I shouldâve checked what youâd enjoy.
â
He then motioned to a servant.
âBring her the menu.
â
The servant nodded and quickly left.
A menu?
This was his place, not a restaurant.
Why was there a menu?
Ariana raised an eyebrow, still smiling but now with a hint of suspicion.
It wasnât long before the servant returned with a menu.
Ariana opened it and was taken aback.
The menu was just like a restaurant menu, with pictures, dish names, and detailed descriptions of ingredients and textures.
No prices were listed, but the fancy ingredients made it clear about their high cost.
Ariana shot a glance at Bennett and, without missing a beat, ordered every lavish and pricey dish on the menu.
Bennett said nothing, watching as Ariana made her selection.
Once she was done, he gave a nod to the servants to clear away the current plates.
Soon enough, a lavish array of delicacies was served, each dish crafted with the finest ingredients as promised on the menu.
Ariana observed the lavish feast laid out before her, acknowledging that she couldnât possibly consume it all.
Nonetheless, she remained composed on the surface, exuding a calm and detached aura.
Bennett observed Ariana with a cheerful smile, knowing that she was using the meal as a way to subtly express her frustrations.
However, he wasnât bothered by it.
Instead, he inquired in a friendly tone, âHow about now? Are you satisfied with the dishes? If not, feel free to request more.
â
Ariana simply snorted, choosing not to respond verbally.
Bennett added, âIf none of these dishes catch your interest, I also have farmed crocodile meat.
Would you like to sample it?â
The mere mention of crocodile meat sent a chill down Arianaâs back; she wasnât enthusiastic about trying such âexoticâ flavors.
âNo, the dishes now are good enough for me,â Ariana replied with a forced smile.
âMr.
Olson, you certainly know how to host a guest.
â
Bennett chuckled and returned his focus to his wine.
Despite the grand feast in front of her, Arianaâs thoughts wandered elsewhere.
Her mind drifted to thoughts of Holden and the children.
She pondered how Melon was faring in Eleymond now.