Chapter 842

Grace mumbled, "You're right... They could just buy their lunch." Then, she added quickly, "It looks like my idea still needs some work. Darling, hurry up and try it. Tell me what you think!" Oliver looked at the questionable brown pasta sitting in an odd pool of liquid. Despite its lack of appeal, he picked up his fork and braced himself. He took one bite and only had two words—very salty. "Well, how is it?" Grace eagerly awaited his feedback. Oliver swallowed with effort. "The good news is... it's cooked." Grace beamed, clearly expecting a string of compliments. However, Oliver said nothing else, and the office fell into an awkward silence. Grace blinked. "That's it?" Not wanting to crush her enthusiasm, Oliver searched for the right words as he stared at the inedible "lunch". After some time, he managed to say, "It's... creative. Very innovative." He strained his brain harder than during any business negotiation he had ever had. "It's like a work of art. Something you displ