Chapter 727

When you’re hungry, everything seems delicious. Scarlett Yates silently devoured several fried dumplings, appearing to be wolfing them down.

As she was about to eat a soup dumpling, Maxwell Saxon reminded her, “The filling is hot inside, eat slowly. If you like them, I’ll buy more p>

Though he claimed he was hungry too, after bringing back a table full of food, he didn’t eat much.

Scarlett suddenly paused, looked up, and realized Maxwell hadn’t touched his chopsticks at all and was watching her eat.

Realizing he had seen her wolfing down the food, she felt somewhat embarrassed, lightly coughed and said, “You should eat too. There’s so much food, I can’t finish it all by myself p>

Maxwell curved his lips, smiled, “Alright p>

He picked up a soup dumpling but didn’t eat it immediately, “When I was back home, there was a small shop downstairs selling soup dumplings. Though it was small, the dumplings were incredibly delicious, with a thin layer of skin and filled with rich broth and meat stuffing. I still can’t forget that taste p>

After speaking, he thoughtfully glanced at Scarlett, “Once, I took a friend there. It was her first time having soup dumplings, not knowing the broth inside was so hot, she stuffed the whole dumpling into her mouth all at once and cried from getting burnt p>

He knew she surely didn’t remember.

Yet he recalls this amusing incident vividly.

He also remembers that from then on, Scarlett didn’t dare to eat soup dumplings.

And because of this incident, she didn’t talk to him for a whole week, saying he was a scoundrel who tricked her into eating hot dumplings just to see her cry.

Whenever he sees Scarlett, he can’t help but remember the past.

Strangely enough, he was young at the time and even though one can remember some childhood events, one shouldn’t remember it so clearly, yet he remembers every detail with her as if it’s engraved in his heart, never to be forgotten.

Recalling this, Maxwell began to smile; clearly, this memory was precious to him, and the smile on his lips reflected joy.

A smile as warm and gentle as the spring breeze danced across his eyes.

He mentioned the old home.

Everyone knows Maxwell Saxon didn’t grow up living in the Saxon Family.

He was an illegitimate child, whose identity couldn’t be acknowledged.

It wasn’t until after Naomi Dougla passed away, and May Denton was fortunate enough to be elevated, that he was brought into the Saxon Family and formally acknowledged as the Young Master of the Saxon Family.

These events are known by most, yet no one dares mention his past in front of him.

After all, being secretly raised outside as an illegitimate child wasn’t anything to be proud of, let alone any pleasant memories.

But Scarlett suddenly realized this man was talking to her about his past.

That past no one else dared mention, yet he initiated a conversation about it with her.

“Oh? Is that shop still open now?” Scarlett tried to play a good listener, showing genuine interest.

Maxwell shook his head, a hint of regret in his deep voice, “It’s long gone p>

Those shops that once existed but are now nowhere to be found are like her existence in his life; now she doesn’t remember him at all.

“That’s truly a pity, otherwise there’d be a chance to try it again p>

Maxwell glanced at her, smiled, “Why don’t you ask where my hometown is p>