Barbecue Meal Zachary was momentarily taken aback.

Back at Sinclair Manor, Vivian always ordered the chef to cook simple and mild dishes-never anything remotely this spicy.

As she grilled the beef, she said casually, “You might not know this about me, but whether I’m feeling down or in a great mood, I enjoy eating something spicy.”

Zachary frowned slightly. “Does it actually help?”

“Of course. I think spicy food helps me relax. If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself.”

Without waiting for his response, Vivian grilled a piece of meat and placed it on his plate.

Zachary hesitated but didn’t want to reject her kindness. He took a bite. The heat exploded on his tongue-numbing, fiery, and intense. His eyes widened as he immediately reached for his water.