Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 371: Chapter 370: Did Phoebe Nash Give You the Courage?

South Grant widened her eyes, staring at the young man.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil.

Could it be that this person... is actually "The Recluse"?

Just as South Grant was in turmoil, Nathan Foster walked over and sat opposite the young man.

"You really have the same taste as always," Nathan said.

"No other place tastes right, only this one is good," he said while picking up dumplings from the plate.

Nathan glanced at the plate in front of him, nodded, and said, "I can see that."

South Grant watched this scene, dumbfounded.

The young man turned his head to look at South Grant, then raised an eyebrow and asked Nathan:

"Is this clueless kid yours?"

"Ahem... yes, mine." Nathan was reluctant to claim her.

"Hmm, not bad. Bowing quite skillfully." The young man looked up and down at South Grant, then continued, "When you’re planning to have kids, make sure to give her some brain supplements. Otherwise, if she takes after her, you’ll have a lot to worry about."

South Grant: "..."

This was a roundabout way of calling her dumb!

South Grant then walked to the table, sat beside Nathan, and looked at the young man opposite.

His features were pronounced, especially his nose, much higher than a Celestian’s.

He must be mixed race.

"Many people want to take me as a disciple, but there’s a prerequisite to taking me: you must pass my test."

The young man opposite raised his eyebrow.

So many people wanted to be his disciple but couldn’t, and yet this little girl even wanted to test him!

Exciting!

That’s the kind he liked!

"Go ahead." He stopped eating dumplings and listened attentively.

"When Washington was a kid, his dad gave him a sharp axe, and he chopped down the cherry tree in the yard. Why didn’t his dad scold him when he came back?" South Grant asked him.

The person sitting opposite hesitated for a moment, familiar with this story.

"Because he admitted his mistake, so his father forgave him."

South Grant wagged her index finger and said, "Wrong, because he still had an axe in his hand."

"...You can play it like that? This doesn’t count!"

South Grant knew he was unconvinced, so she generously said:

"Okay, that doesn’t count. Let me ask you again, why does Ultraman always unleash his big move just before he’s about to fall, instead of at the beginning?"

By now, the person opposite began scratching his head. How was he supposed to know what Ultraman was thinking?

"Perhaps it’s because the big move is only triggered at the finale?" He uncertainly looked at South Grant.

South Grant’s lips curled into a smile, with an expression suggesting he was idiotic:

"Are you dumb? Do you throw your trump card right at the start when playing cards?"

"... I refuse to believe this! Again!"

South Grant: "There’s a character that everyone pronounces wrong when they see it, what is it?"

"This... that... what character?"

South Grant: "The character ’wrong’."

"... Again!"

"Tell me, which month has 28 days?"

"February."

"Wrong, every month has 28 days."

"..."

...

The brain teasers continued, Nathan sat beside them watching, the curve of his lips growing wider.

The person opposite was defeated time and time again, yet kept coming back for more.

South Grant then held up two fingers and asked him:

"What is this?"

He was a bit nervous by this point, knowing South Grant never played by the rules, so he decided not to either:

"These are fingers."

"Wrong, this is the number two." South Grant looked smug, smiling at him, "You don’t even recognize the number two, how dumb can you get? And you still want to be my mentor? Did Phoebe Nash give you that courage?"

"..."