Facade of Love

Chapter 323 Made of Pig’s Brain
Idris responded with a gentle and elegant hum, as usual.
However, when the car reached the roadside food stall in Lake City, he looked at me with some doubt and a blank expression.
“You want us to park here?”
I nodded and got out of the car, sitting down at the freshly prepared table by the road. Upon seeing Idris‘ black Bugatti, the owner
could not help but glance a few more times before looking at me and saying, “What would you like to eat, pretty lady? Feel free
to choose from the menu.‘
I lowered my head to look at the menu but noticed that Idris had yet to leave the car. I glanced up at him and asked, “Don’t you
want to eat?”
Idris shook his head and looked around hesitantly. “It seems like it’s not easy to park here.” The owner was a wise person, and
upon hearing his concern, he quickly said, “Sir, there’s an open space about a hundred and fifty meters ahead where you can
park your car. Just leave your car there.”
Idris nodded slightly and said, “Thank you.”
Five minutes later, Idris came to the food stall but did not sit down. I looked up at him and saw him glancing around
surreptitiously, furrowing his brow as if he were in a dilemma.
I pursed my lips. I knew that he was quite particular about cleanliness, but I still looked at him. and asked, “You don’t want to eat
here?”
He shook his head and hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down.
The four–legged stools by the food stall were relatively low. With his tall and long legs, when Idris sat on the stool, he looked like
he was sinking into it. It looked especially awkward.
He did not have a comfortable place to rest his attractive pair of hands, so he had to place them on his knees. He looked at me
and asked, “What are we eating?”
I simply looked at him. I was not sure if it was because he seemed so uncomfortable and out of his element for the first time, but
I could not help smiling. I opened my mouth and said, “I don’t know what you like to eat, so I ordered what I like. I hope you don’t

mind.”
He shook his head, then nodded slightly and said, “It’ll be fine as long as you like it.”
I pursed my lips and could not help but want to laugh. At this moment, Idris seemed rather... adorable!
The wait for the food was not too long, but it seemed like forever as he attracted the attention and scrutiny of many people
because he was exceptionally good–looking and looked exceptionally out of place sitting at this roadside food stall.
I could clearly see that Idris was getting restless from being stared at like a monkey in a zoo. If I had not already ordered the
food, I had a hunch that he would have gotten up and left.
I leaned on my chin and watched him, trying to suppress my laughter.
Seeing me staring at him, he looked back at me and asked in a low and gentle voice, “What are you looking at?”
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I smiled slightly. “At you. You look very good.”
He straightened his back but still seemed somewhat uncomfortable, devoid of his usual air of elegance and grace. Even when he
was complimented, he appeared a bit uneasy.
However, he still looked at me and slightly chuckled before saying, “If you like looking, then look away.”
Seeing his somewhat sheepish appearance, I could not help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had indeed brought him here with the
intention of seeing him embarrassed, but I did not want to make him too uncomfortable. I hesitated on whether to leave or not.
Then, the owner began serving the dishes.
Seeing this, I dismissed the thought. After all, the food was ready, and leaving now would be a waste of food, which was a real
sin in this day and age.
Screw it.
Just one meal would not be so torturous.

The owner brought out one dish after another. I had ordered two portions of salad. One was placed in front of Idris, and the other
in front of me. I looked at the various dishes on the small table and said, “Give it a try. Their food is quite good.”
He picked up his fork and hesitated for a few seconds, wiping it with a tissue several times before finally picking up a piece of
food. He then took a small bite of it. At first, he seemed to think it would be difficult to swallow, so he had a resigned expression
on his face.
However, after it entered his mouth, his expression relaxed a bit. He looked at me and said, Hmm, it tastes pretty good.‘
I pursed my lips and smiled lightly, saying, “I think it tastes good too. Eat some more.‘
”
Perhaps because it passed the taste test, he did not reject the invitation. He took a few more bites, either out of curiosity about
what he was eating or because it was delicious. Then, he looked at me and asked, “Is this made of tofu?”
I shook my head and watched him take another bite. Then, I casually said, “It’s made from pig’s brain.”
“Pfft!” The man in front of me was caught off guard and spat out the food in his mouth. It was truly unexpected, and I clearly saw
his embarrassment.