CHAPTER 742 A BOWL OF BARLEY NOODLES

Maisy's body was trembling and her face was full of panic.

She had already made Karl lose her patience with her once before.

That happened a long time ago when Leo first came to Henderson's.

Maisy had an amiable face, but in reality, he wanted Leo to make a fool of himself.

The end result was that she was teased by Leo into picking up the antidote from the bin, disgracing

herself.

For Karl, the same mistake can only be made once, one more time and she will be abandoned.

Before Karl find her, she had to find the right solution.

"Calm down, you have to calm down ......"

Maisy kept taking deep breaths and drank three more glasses of cold water in a row before she could

suppress the fear in her heart.

She kept thinking about it, but after half a day of thinking, there was still no good solution.

"Leo, I will not spare you ......"

Maisy's body was all trembling, his face full of resentment.

It is all thanks to Leo that she is in this situation today!

She vowed that if she managed to escape this time, she would spare no effort to eradicate Leo.

No hesitation in using killers!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Maisy's heart trembled wildly, and she hurriedly gathered her emotions and smiled, "Please come in."

The door opened and Karl walked in with a calm face, found a random chair and sat opposite Maisy.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

Karl asked casually.

"Not yet, not yet ......"

The casual question made Maisy feel fearful, and she shuddered and added another sentence.

"Waiting for you to eat together."

This answer made Karl smile, "Then go and cook."

Maisy sniffled and was about to get up, to go and cook for Karl.

Maisy may not be a good mother, but she is definitely a competent wife.

Toiling and cooking for a man for over twenty years is enough to show everything.

During these years, she did not cheat and did her duty as a wife should.

To be precise, this is the reason why Maisy is so obsessed with Aurora and Lydia.

I have worked hard, cooked for you for twenty years, done housework for twenty years, and yet I still

carry less weight in your heart than a woman who suppresses you at every turn, orders you around!

On what basis?

Just because she's the number one beauty in Valenham?

And what am I, then?

Just a tool to have children? Or maybe he needs a decent woman who can accompany him to any

occasion?

Maisy was aggrieved and angry.

If she could, she would have wanted to be hysterical and vent the 20 years of grievances that had been

piling up in her heart to Karl.

In the past, she was also a simple woman who yearned for love.

It was Karl who changed her into this!

She was also willing to be turned into this by Karl.

"Wait."

Just as Maisy opened the door and was about to leave, Karl suddenly called out to her.

Maisy turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Karl did not mention a word about her earlier behaviour, and even smiled slightly at her and said

calmly, "Let me do it."

Maisy's heart tightened and she hurriedly said, "No, cooking for you is my part of the job, there's really

no need to ......"

Karl still smiled, "You've been cooking for me for a half your life, I'll cook you a meal too."

Having said that, he got up and left the room under Maisy's dumbfounded gaze.

Soon the sound of skilfully chopped vegetables came from the kitchen downstairs.

It was also interspersed with the sound of oil being poured into the pan.

Soon the scent came and even Maisy on the second floor could smell it. holds © this.

She had a surprised look on her face and even more bewilderment in her eyes.

She was still particularly upset inside!

Karl had not cooked a single meal for her since she had married him.

It was always her who was cooking for Karl.

To be precise, it was the time when she was first married and Karl often went out to socialize and did

not eat at home.

It was only on weekend that Maisy had the opportunity to cook for Karl at home.

This phenomenon, which lasted for ten years, only got better when Marie grew up.

But it was clear to Maisy that this change was not for her, but for Marie.

He didn't want his real biological daughter to grow up without experiencing her father's love.

See, no matter what kind of man it is, he starts out as a family man.

As for Maisy?

She had no half place in Karl's heart ---- at least that's what she thought.

Although what should be, Karl will give, and occasionally a little surprise, a little warm, but Maisy

always have a feeling – it is not true.

This, then, is the true status of Henderson's matriarch.

Seemingly high and mighty, a standard celebrity and noblewoman, but in reality was a poor woman

who can't even get favor by her husband.

But how could he suddenly cook for her?

Maisy was a little worried and scared.

"The meal is ready."

The door to the room opened and Karl walked in with a bowl of noodles.

Once she saw what Karl had cooked, Maisy froze.

"Barley noodles?"

"Barley noodles."

Karl nodded and brought the steaming barley noodles to Maisy: "Eat."

"You're not eating?"

Maisy was surprised.

"I'm not hungry."

Karl smiled.

"......"

So Maisy stopped talking and the atmosphere in the room was unspeakably stiff.

Maisy picked up the barley noodles and ate them gracefully.

After just one bite, she stopped eating, lifted her head, looked at Karl and asked, "Why do you make

barley noodles? Is there a symbolic meaning?"

Karl was also stumped for a moment, pondering for a long time before a long-lost retrospective smile

rose to the corners of his mouth.

"When my family was poor as a child, the most I ate was barley noodles."

"Is that so? ......"

Maisy stopped talking and continued to eat the noodles.

To be honest, she didn't want to eat barley noodles ---- Exactly how long it had been since she had

eaten such low-end food, even she couldn't say.

From memory, it seems that ever since she met Karl, she has had one foot in Valenham's high society,

so naturally she knows a bit about speculation.

She always believed that there was a moral to Karl's making of barley noodles.

Her heart was in turmoil and the barley noodles were tasteless in her mouth.

What's worse, while she was eating, Karl kept smiling as he watched her eat.

It felt like a prisoner, and Maisy ate a bowl of barley noodles with a heartbeat.

"Drink up the soup."

Karl said softly.

Maisy dared not disobey, picked up the bowl and drank the soup as well.

After a whole bowl of noodles, Maisy's stomach actually bulged.

How long had it been since she had eaten so much?

Even Maisy herself does not know.

Now in her perception, only the lowest of foods are the most manageable.

In high society, no one would gobble food.

At the moment, after a bowl of barley noodles, her stomach is full.

After eating, Maisy shivered for no reason, and her whole face turned white.

This long-lost sense of satisfaction reminds her of her origins.

She comes from an ordinary background.

It's just that she's a little luckier than the millions of girls who, like her, come from ordinary backgrounds.

She met Karl, who was in a bad relationship, when she was at her most flamboyant.

Luck at the back, to be a little more important.

At this moment, after eating the barley noodles, it was as if she remembered how she felt when she

first came to the city of Valenham and became one of the many 'northern drifters'.

In those days, it was a luxury to have a full meal.

"Are you full?"

Karl asked with a smile as he lit a cigarette and smoked it wordlessly.

"Yes ......"

Maisy's face suddenly turned white, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

She didn't know what had happened to her and actually knocked the finished porcelain bowl onto the

floor.

And so the exquisitely crafted porcelain bowl fell to pieces.

Karl lowered his head and looked thoughtfully at the broken porcelain bowl, without saying anything.

Maisy's body trembled violently and she hurriedly stood up, apologising repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it ......"

She was going to bend down to pick up the pieces of porcelain bowl on the floor.

But Karl shook her head, "No, just let it sit, the glass will stick to your hands."

Maisy raised her head and looked at Karl with a face full of incredulity.

She sat back down in front of Karl again, silent.

Karl asked Maisy with a smile, "How has Marie been these days?"

"It's good! Already on an internship with the group, she'll be able to take up the position of General

Manager soon!"

Maisy hurriedly said, "And she is still learning about other fields, such as accounting, finance, and PR,

and some overseas market!"

She wanted to show all of Marie's good side to Karl, her eyes were filled with eagerness, just for a

compliment, a word of affirmation from Karl.

"Nice."

To Maisy's delight, Karl actually nodded.

Maisy was instantly ecstatic, but before she could rejoice for a second, Karl calmly said, "Because she

has a mother who is both intelligent and ambitious."

At these words, Maisy's face turned white and her nails dug into the crevices of her palms, bleeding

without even knowing it.

Maisy reluctantly smiled, "It is still you who have taught her well."

"No."

Karl shook his head and said with a straight face, "You did what I always wanted to do, except, a little

too fast."

"What do you mean?"

Maisy's voice trembled.

Karl, however, did not say any more, but surveyed Maisy and smiled, "People, like barley, must learn to

be content."

"Maidy, how long has it been since you've been home for a visit? Ten years? Twenty years?"

Karl looked at Maisy and said.

Maisy's body trembled wildly, her face full of panic and despair.

Maisy actually sat down on her buttocks in fear, tears streaming down her face.

"Karl, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong ...... don't kick me out, don't ......"

It was also the moment when her long-tightened heartstrings collapsed in full force!