She put another date into her mouth and chuckled, "Hmm, so sweet! Where did you buy them? I am gonna buy four pounds myself tomorrow.”

Matthew maneuvered the date to the left side of his mouth, raised the kitchen knife and waved it in front of her.

"Get out!"

The light reflected from the sharp kitchen knife glared into her eyes.

Erica was so scared that she almost swallowed the date in her mouth.

She pleaded as she ran out, “Calm down! Don't forget you're a gentleman."

She had run into the Living room by the time she had finished those words. Only then did she look back towards the kitchen.

He was still engrossed in chopping the vegetables. Since his back was to her, she couldn't see if he had swallowed the date or spat it out.

Just as Matthew thought that Erica had finally behaved herself, she walked into the kitchen several minutes later once again.

Watching him unpacking a packet of ham, she said, "Hey, I can't believe you have... Huh? What kind of meat is that? Is there only a single slice in that package?"

The man didn't turn his head.

"It's called Iberian ham. If soaked in warm water first and then cooked with fresh tomatoes, it tastes very good."

“Iberian ham?' Erica was curious. She absent-mindedly picked up the package he had torn off, and put an imported cherry into his mouth with the other hand.

While doing so, she accidentally touched his lips and was surprised at how soft they were.

He pulled a long face, but she never noticed that. She was busy inspecting the ham package which had a lot of English stuff written on it.

She turned the package around and found a price tag on.

"43 dollars... Just one slice? That's expensive!’ She looked at the ham in his hand in astonishment. Just how much could it be? Fifty grams, maybe? 43 dollars for that? What was this meat? Some sacred stuff or what?

Erica figured that if Wesley ever came to know that they were living such a Luxurious life, he would come and beat up Matthew.

She silently left the kitchen, chewing a cherry she had just put in.

While on her way, she spat out the seed into the kitchen trash can.

About half an hour later, Matthew put a bowl of noodles on the table and called her out. She was texting Rhea in the living room.

"Your noodles are ready.”

"Coming!"

Erica put her phone away immediately and ran into the dining room. Just as she was about to sit down, Matthew came back from the kitchen with a plate of sliced cantaloupe covered with some ham, and ordered, "Go wash your hands first!"

She waved at him.