After they sat down, Leo set out bowls and chopsticks for them. She spoke, "These dishes were made according to what the lady and the young master like. I hope you find them to your taste, sir. In the future, please let me know if there's anything special you'd like to eat, or if you have any dietary restrictions."
Javier Sinclair said blandly, "I'm not picky. This is fine."
Leo smiled and nodded.
"Of course, sir."
"Ma'am, these are all your favorites. Please, eat up."
'Sir...?'
Javier Sinclair was still savoring the term.
He wasn't unfamiliar with this form of address.
'She's a sharp one.'
"Mm."
Javier waved a hand and sat down.
His gaze fell upon the bubbling, steaming broth before him.
He hadn't even taken a bite, but he could already smell its rich aroma.
Even though this was clearly the first time he'd seen such a novel way of eating, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd had this hot pot before.
