Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 200: Grandma Always Said, "If You Can’t Cook, You Can’t Get a Wife

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Grandma Always Said, "If You Can’t Cook, You Can’t Get a Wife

The afternoon sun was scorching, making the asphalt road reflect a white glare.

After lunch, Silas Sheffield was planning to return to his grandma’s house in the countryside.

"You head back to the office first, I’ll drive myself," Silas told Marcus Bishop.

"Ok, Mr. Sheffield." Marcus glanced at Shannon Langley, "Shannon, why don’t you come back to the office with me?"

Shannon Langley: "Jared, I want to take the afternoon off and go to the countryside with Silas. I haven’t been back for a while, and since today is Friday, I can stay home for two days."

Marcus looked at Silas Sheffield.

Even though he was Shannon’s direct boss and could approve her leave directly,

the CEO and his wife were here. Everyone knew Shannon’s intentions.

If the CEO and his wife didn’t want her to go to the countryside, he couldn’t approve this leave.

"Silas, can you let Jared approve my leave? I really want to go home for a visit," Shannon pleaded, looking at Silas.

Silas just responded with a "hmm".

He could at least grant such a small request.

"Thank you, Silas. I knew you care about me the most," Shannon replied with a smile.

Clara Sterling inwardly scoffed.

"Let’s go." Silas picked up the car keys.

Outside the courtyard, Silas opened the passenger door and said to Clara, "Clara, you sit in the front."

Shannon’s eyes dimmed. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Clara bent down and sat in the passenger seat.

Shannon could only sit in the back.

Just as they got in the car, Uncle called.

Silas picked up the phone, "Uncle."

"Are you all on your way? Your grandma has been talking about you since early morning, knowing you’re coming today. I slaughtered two chickens, and in the morning I went to town to buy fresh pig trotters, ribs, and beef."

Being close to Silas, Clara could hear Uncle’s voice through the phone.

Silas spoke calmly, "Just had lunch in the city, about to hit the road."

"Your grandma wants to know if Shannon is coming back with you?"

"Yes."

"Alright, have her over for dinner tonight, and maybe invite her parents too."

"Okay."

Uncle gave a reminder, "Drive carefully on those rural roads; they’re narrow and winding. Safety first."

"Okay, hanging up now."

After ending the call, Silas turned to Clara saying, "It’s a bit far, about an hour and a half drive."

Clara nodded, "Okay."

Valeria is in the southwestern region, characterized by mountainous terrain and vast distances between cities.

Countryside areas are also quite far from the urban areas.

"If you’re sleepy, you can take a nap, and I’ll wake you when we arrive."

"Sure."

The black Maybach smoothly cruised down the asphalt road.

Clara didn’t feel sleepy and turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

As they drove out of the city, the towering buildings slowly turned into undulating stretches of greenery.

"Did you enjoy lunch?" Silas initiated a conversation.

Clara: "I thought it was quite delicious."

Silas smirked, "I’ll show you my culinary skills when we get back tonight."

Clara was surprised, "You can cook Valeria dishes?"

"Yes, learned from my grandma," Silas chuckled, "Grandma always said you can’t woo a wife if you can’t cook; to win someone’s heart, start with their stomach."

Clara knew Silas could cook; he had cooked for her before when they were in Veridian.

But she didn’t know he could make Valeria cuisine.

Clara teased, "Your grandma is really interesting."

Surprised she’d worry about Silas not finding a wife.

The elderly lady probably wasn’t aware that her grandson was quite popular from childhood.

There were probably lines of people wanting to be her grandson’s wife from Crestwood to Veridian.

Silas laughed, "Do you think I did well?"

"Of course," Clara was in a good mood, her smile curving her eyes, "Didn’t you already get your wife?"

"I mean, did I win your heart?"

"What do you think?" Clara glanced at him sideways, her eyes full of laughter.

The two of them flirted as if no one else was there, completely forgetting there was another person in the car.

From the backseat came Shannon’s voice, "Silas, it’s watermelon season now. Do you remember those summers during school holidays when you’d come back to Grandma’s and guard the watermelon fields with me and my brother?"

Silas paused, took a silent moment, and then replied with a "hmm".

"Such leisurely times can never return," Shannon lamented wistfully.

Silas didn’t reply, tightening his jaw, his eyes growing deep and dark.

As if he recalled some sad memories.

Clara felt a ripple of confusion in her heart.

Silas was fine just now, how did his mood suddenly plummet to the depths?

Silas said Shannon’s brother was his childhood friend, but she had never heard Silas mention this friend, nor had she met him.

Clara, holding her curiosity, opened WhatsApp and sent a message to Sophie Sheffield.

Clara: [Is Shannon’s brother Silas’s childhood friend? What’s his name? I’ve never heard Silas mention him.]

A few minutes passed before Sophie replied.

Sophie: [Who is Shannon? I don’t know her. I’ve never been to Valeria and don’t know my brother’s friends there.]

[Alright.]

True, Sophie and Silas were half-siblings with the same father but different mothers.

Silas’s grandmother wasn’t Sophie’s grandmother.

It’s normal she wouldn’t know.

Clara didn’t ask further.

Because of Shannon’s comment, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became heavy and stifling.

No one spoke again.

The silence in the car was overwhelming.

Clara occasionally glanced sideways at Silas, noticing the tension in his jawline, his fingers gripping the steering wheel turned white, and even his shifting motions were somewhat stiff.

As if suppressing some repressed emotions ready to burst out at any moment.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only a deep, shadowy dark.

This way, they reached Grandma’s house.

Grandma’s house was a three-story rural self-built western-style house, with white walls, gray tiles, a back garden, and a front courtyard.

As soon as the car stopped at the gate, they heard the sound of a cane tapping the ground.

Clara looked up to see an elderly lady in a blue-buttoned shirt walking out from the courtyard.

The lady had a head full of silver hair, a small, frail stature, and her clouded eyes lit up instantly when she saw Silas, a smile blooming on her face, "Little Silas finally came home!"

Silas quickly walked over to support Grandma’s arm, his voice soft, "Grandma, why did you come out? It’s so hot outside."

"Couldn’t wait to see you,"

Grandma cheerfully patted his hand, turning her gaze to Clara, smiling as she appraised her.

"So, this is Clara, right? You’re very pretty."

The lady was about to reach out for Clara when Shannon eagerly squeezed over first, clinging to Grandma’s other arm, her voice sickeningly sweet, "Grandma Young, I’m here too. Have you missed me? I brought you your favorite sesame cake, from a renowned city shop."

Silas’s grandmother’s surname was Young, and Shannon always called her "Grandma Young".