After taking a bite, Freya realized that it was absolutely delicious. âRyan, I think youâre amazing at finding such delicious restaurants. The hotpot soup base last time was tasty tooâ¦â
âI grew up in Canberra. No one is more familiar with Canberra than I am. If you like, we can meet up for meals frequently when we have time, â Ryan said with a smile. âThe official residenceâs meals are fine. However, I feel tense and tired whenever I look at my dadâs face during mealtimes with him because itâs so stern.â
Freya burst out laughing. âYouâre exaggerating. â
Actually, she agreed with what Ryan said. She was always cautious whenever she had meals with Prime Minister Snow.
âDonât you feel it too?â Ryan countered playfully, â Every time you eat, youâre embarrassed to get more of the food that you like when their positions were rotated farther away from you.â
Freya gazed at the observant man beside her. She was astonished. âHow⦠How do you know that? â
âI also know that you like to eat fish, tomatoes, and pies.â
Ryan served her some food. All the food he got her was what he just mentionedâfish and chips, tomato soup, and meat pie.
Freya was at a loss for words for some time.
At that moment, she realized Ryan had ordered her favorite dishes. He knew her so wellâ¦
How could it be?
She was not a picky eater during meals in the official residence, yet he noticed everything.
Thinking closely, her favorite dishes would somehow always end up in front of her as she ate whenever Ryan was at the official residence.
Freya thought it was a coincidence, but it turned out that it was not.
âRyan, why are you being so nice to me?â Freya stuttered. She turned her head to look at the man beside her.
Both of them were sitting side by side as they had to take care of Dani. She could clearly see the manâs thick eyelashes and clear eyes.
âHow many times have you asked me that question?â
Ryan found it funny. âIs it just because I remember what food you like?â
Freya pouted. âI usually never pay attention to what you like to eat.â
âWhy would you have to pay attention to other people?â There was no hint of angriness in Ryanâs dark eyes.
Freya was taken aback. âYouâre not just other people. I meanâ â
âYouâre not an attentive person from the start.â Ryan interrupted her. â Besides, Iâm not the man whoâs in your heart. This is normal.â
It was as if Freyaâs mind was stuck. Was that normal?
Or was that not normal? Did Ryanâs words mean that he remembered these things about her because he placed her in his heart?
No, no. Did Ryan not like guys? âIâm different from you.â
Ryan held the teacup and drank a sip of tea. His tone was nonchalant. âIâve been attending all sorts of dinners with my dad since I turned 14 years old. My dad wasnât destined to be the prime minister from the start. There were many more people with higher positions above him. Therefore, I always had to pay attention to what that secretary liked to eat, what that secretaryâs daughter liked to eat, or what food that councilor hated. Although it was just a meal, those people were very careful. I could only observe them through their gazes and details. For example, which leader had taken another serving of a dish and which leader did not even take another spoon of it.â
Freya finally understood. She felt bad for Ryan.
She recalled what she did when she was 14 years old. Her life was free of worries.
She said with a soft voice, âYou can do that during your social engagements, but you donât have to be like that with me.â
âI know, but sometimes itâs second nature.â
Ryan smiled and said, â I even have to remember the favorite food of each elder during meals in the Snow familyâs manor, let alone the dinners outside. The elders of the family will have a higher opinion of you if you did better. â