Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 370: Chapter 369: Only Those Who Eat Dog Food Can Be Kings Among Dogs

At this moment, Nathan Foster, whom Fly refers to as the elderly, is sitting in the car, occasionally glancing at South Grant.

Nathan Foster’s gaze makes South Grant feel a bit uneasy.

"Uncle, did I say something wrong just now?" South Grant asks, looking at Nathan Foster with uncertainty.

"No, you didn’t." Nathan Foster says, cupping her face and examining it thoroughly. "I didn’t realize that even in men’s clothing, you could attract a group of men circling around you."

South Grant’s eyes flash arrogantly, "It’s just strong personal charisma."

Nathan Foster raises an eyebrow, "Indeed, so strong it even attracts flies."

"..." You’re itching to retort if you don’t say something snarky for a day! South Grant knows he’s jealous again, and quickly compliments him: "My charisma might be strong, but I’m still smitten by you. No matter how charming I am, I can’t surpass you. You’re handsome and stylish, a real looker, making beauties swoon."

South Grant feels that her skill in soothing others has reached the pinnacle.

After speaking, South Grant blinks at Nathan Foster, thinking she’s praised him so much, and according to courtesy, he should praise her back too, right?

Nathan Foster seems to know her thoughts, reaching out to touch her hair as if he’s very pleased, saying:

"You have good taste."

South Grant: "..."

In the end, he still praised himself!

Ivan Keller had already toned down his presence.

Waiting for the day he falls ill, it will surely be stomach-related.

Hmm, from being stuffed.

Stuffed with dog food.

The one who devours dog food becomes the king of dogs.

He can already foresee that in the near future, he will be able to claim the throne.

Soon, they arrive at the location.

South Grant originally thought Nathan Foster would take her to some paradise, some nebulous place, a location where hidden masters might be found.

Unexpectedly, it was a dumpling restaurant.

South Grant follows Nathan Foster inside, contemplating whether this master is the one selling dumplings?

This dumpling shop is in the bustling market, the location is fairly decent, but the decor isn’t great, just a notch better than a street stall.

South Grant already sketches a silhouette in her mind.

The master she’s about to meet surely is The Recluse.

As the saying goes, "small recluse lives in the wild, the great recluse lives within society."

The master must be the top of his field, a rarity in this world to pledge allegiance to, so lonely in life he opened such a dumpling shop.

Yes, it must be like this.

South Grant looks at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man emerging from the kitchen, knowing this must be the master Nathan Foster mentioned.

"Master, I am South Grant, sorry to keep you waiting."

South Grant knows these masters have their etiquette, focused on sect traditions; apprentice ceremonies require bowing and offering tea.

Since she doesn’t have tea in hand, bowing is ready-made.

South Grant bends over, preparing to kneel.

The dumpling shop owner turns around and grabs her arm, looking at her with alarm:

"Child, if you want dumplings just tell grandpa, you can eat even without money, no need to bow."

South Grant is dazed.

Why does she feel... something seems off?

Why does the master not play according to the rules?

South Grant gives Nathan Foster a helpless glance; Nathan Foster, at this point, puts a hand to his forehead.

That gesture clearly says: Who’s this silly child? Hurry and take her away, I don’t know her!

Just as South Grant is perplexed, a young man in his twenties at a nearby table places his plate onto a stack of plates and says to the owner:

"Boss, give me another serving of pork and cabbage dumplings." As he raises his head, he sees Nathan Foster standing in the shop, waves and calls out: "Nathan, you’re here, come over, let’s eat together."