Chapter 1120

Stella was startled. She turned over and saw Marshall, standing not far away from her, with many things in his hands. The man just stood there, sizing her up from top to bottom. There was some hesitation in his eyes, indicating that he was unsure if it was her.

Stella put up her finger to make a silent gesture, and Marshall instantly understood. He walked toward her and whispered disapprovingly, “Why are you out and about in the market at this crucial time?”

“This place is hidden from the city. Who would think I would be at a market if you don’t tell anyone?” As Stella said, she took two oranges from her bag and gave them to Marshall.” Here. Try them. They’re cheap and sweet.”

Marshall looked at the two oranges that were green and doubted her claim. He wore light gray sportswear and did not style his hair as usual. His clean look made him seem younger.

Stella could not help but take a few glances at him. ‘That sporty attire looks good on him. I wonder if they come in white. Keegan would probably look dashing in them,’ she thought.

Stella’s stare was so obvious that it made Marshall slightly uncomfortable. “Is there something wrong?”

he asked.

Stella leaned toward him and whispered, “No wonder you lawyers have to suit up. I would doubt your abilities if you showed up in casual wear like this.”

Marshall was taken aback for a moment and chuckled. He then leaned closer to her and said, “Would I seem more unstoppable with a receding hairline?”

Stella immediately nodded. “It’s just more professional to have your hair up.”

Marshall laughed and joked, “I’ll think about trimming my front hair when no one hires me as their lawyer.”

“I’m just kidding. You’re an experienced lawyer. People won’t judge you based on your hair,” Stella said, laughing.

“Have you decided on what you want, miss?” The fishmonger could not help asking after seeing the two chatting up a storm.

“You can go ahead and attend to other customers while I look around first,” said Stella.

The fishmonger then said to call her if she needed help and proceeded to serve the other customers.

“Are you getting carp fish?” Marshall asked.

Stella nodded and said, “I want to make some fish stew, but I don’t know how to choose one that’s good.”

“Are you planning on buying a wild or farmed carp?”

“Is there a huge difference between the two?”

Marshall smiled and said, “It depends on what you like. Wild carps tend to have low-fat content, and their flesh is meatier. Due to their growth environment, wild carps have a slightly higher amount of vitamins and trace elements than farmed fish. Though, the nutrients don’t differ much when it’s only one fish. So don’t expect to glow after eating a wild carp.”

“So there isn’t a huge difference between the two?”

“Some people prefer wild carp because they can be picky about the texture and origin of their food.”

‘Well, Keegan certainly is picky about his food, but not because of the texture. If he knew that I got the cheaper option, he would definitely say something like, “Am I not worthy enough to eat fish that’s 30 dollars per pound?!” Maybe I should just buy the wild carp,’ Stella thought.

“How do I know which wild carp to choose?” She humbly asked Marshall.

“What are you going to do with the fish again?”

“I want to make a pot of fish stew.”