Chapter 234: What Do I Count As

In the private room of the restaurant.

James Anderson scooped a bowl of beef brisket stewed with white radish for Helen Blair and said, "Mistress said that the beef brisket here is authentic, you should try it and see if you like it."

Helen stirred the beef in the bowl with a spoon, and a series of steam rose from the bowl, exuding the rich aroma of the beef and radish. Amid the misty steam, his smile was so gentle.

Under his urging, Helen took a bite. Her mouth was astringent, and she didn't know what the taste was.

"Is it delicious?" James looked at her expectantly and asked.

"Delicious." Helen nodded.

James laughed, his dark eyes sparkling: "As long as it's delicious, or I'll have a word with Mistress!" He saw that her hair had fallen on the left side of her face, covering it and making her uncomfortable, so he reached out and carefully tucked her hair behind her ear.