the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 762: Perversely Spicy, It’ll Make You Cry

Delphine herself neither drinks wine nor buys it, but Ignatius Leclair always does. Ever since the man moved in and converted the first-floor storage room into a wine cellar, he frequently brings home wine. Though he doesn’t drink much, he seems to enjoy collecting it.

Delphine pointed to the location of the wine cellar and said casually, "Go pick one yourself. They’re all Ignatius Leclair’s prized collection."

Griffith Squire found this intriguing. He deliberately went inside and chose the most expensive one. Pairing this exquisite red wine with insanely spicy marinated snacks might seem like a waste, but Griffith found the combination enjoyable.

"I specifically brought these over—this kind of extreme spice will make you cry." Griffith, wearing cotton loungewear and slippers with no pretense, sat cross-legged on the carpet. His roguishly handsome face bore the bright smile of a big kid as he said, "Eat! If Leah were here, she would have gone wild fighting me for it. Eating alone is no fun. In these desolate surroundings, there’s no one to share food with."

Delphine couldn’t help chuckling. Imitating him, she sat on the carpet around the small tea table. Pouring two large glasses of red wine, she took a sip unceremoniously and wrinkled her brow, commenting, "Tastes no different from the few US Dollar-a-barrel wines I’ve had before."

Griffith was tearing into a duck wing without a care for his manners. Hearing this, he was overwhelmed by the ridiculously spicy flavor and choked on it. He gulped down a mouthful of red wine, slapped his thigh, and laughed, "If Ignatius Leclair were here, he’d be furious. This wine—it’s the most expensive one from his collection. A 1978 vintage, and you just wasted ten thousand US Dollars with that sip."

Delphine chuckled softly as well, her jet-black eyes curving like a crescent moon. In a soft voice, she said, "I can’t tell good wine apart."

"If I don’t tell, no one will know," Griffith winked at her and handed over his favorite insanely spicy duck tongue. "You wouldn’t believe it—my first time eating this kind of spice was in the Golden Triangle region. That hellhole has food that barely counts as edible. I met a smuggler there and got to try these. Later, I expanded my territory into Southeast Asia for the sake of these amazing foods."

Delphine, wearing gloves, tried a piece of duck tongue. In her earlier years, she’d often gone through periods of feast and famine, ending up with a weak stomach and poor appetite. Her diet was mild, and there were few things she truly loved to eat. She approached emotions with subtlety, let alone anything else.

Griffith and Leah were both food enthusiasts who often fought fiercely over delicious meals, neither willing to give an inch.

"Is it good?" Griffith’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he asked.

"Spicy." Delphine’s mouth went numb from the heat, and tears streamed down her face from the spice.

Only then did Griffith laugh with satisfaction. Crying was good—it was healthy to let it out rather than remaining unnaturally composed in the face of such a huge ordeal. She was still young, after all, and had the right to cry.

After the initial bite, Delphine got used to the spice. She ended up chatting and eating with Griffith, and the two of them polished off all the marinated snacks and downed two bottles of wine. Slightly intoxicated, they began to say things they normally wouldn’t.

When Ignatius Leclair returned to the villa late at night, he was greeted by a disastrous scene in the living room. Delphine was slumped on the couch, sound asleep, her cheeks flushed from alcohol and her lips swollen from the spice. The strong scent of wine and spicy snacks lingered on her.

The living room reeked of marinated food, and the small tea table was left in utter disarray.

Griffith, however, was still sober. Sitting on the carpet and humming a tune, he stood up upon seeing Ignatius return and shamelessly laughed, "Had a few bottles of your wine. I’m heading out now."

The man walked away nonchalantly, giving his backside a careless pat.