Chapter: 69


    Regardless, she opened the thermal meal box anyway, and said, “As soon as you try everything, I will


    leave right away.”


    But Carlos wasn’tpletely listening any more. The moment she opened the box, a burnt smell filled


    the room — and hence, Carlos caught a whiff of it.


    Wincing, Carlos thought, ‘What was that? Did she even check if it was edible?”


    Debbie caught the man’s expression. ‘A frown? Why is he frowning? He has not even tasted it yet. Was


    it because it does not look good?’


    She sped her hands together and began to exin, “It may Look awful but it tastes good.” ‘She’s


    right, ‘ Carlos thought. ‘It does look awful.’ “Julie had tasted it and she said the same. It’s really good.


    You should have a try,” Debbie persisted. For tonight’s mission, she did not even eat the dishes herself


    so there would be plenty for him.


    Disregarding the mildly horrified look on his face, Debbie took the chopsticks out from the meal box and


    handed them to him.


    Initially, he was hesitant to ept them, but the expectant Look on her face made him decide not to


    disappoint her.


    Once he did, Debbie started to introduce the dishes excitedly.


    “This isProperty belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Dongpo tofu. Well, this is um… Why is it ck? Um, it’s supposed to be red braised pork.” She looked


    at the burnt dish and giggled at


    Carlos, embarrassed.


    “This one,” she went on, pointing at another dish, “is supposed to be stewed pork ball in brown sauce.


    Howe it’s ck too?” Her voice trailed off as she examined her cooking. The food did not seem to


    have looked that way earlier. Not to her anyway.


    Due to Carlos’ taste in food, his extensive experience with different cuisine prepared by brilliant chefs


    across the world… Debbie’s dishes did not appeal to him at all. They looked so hideous that he did not


    have to taste them to know that the taste would not be good.


    “Oh, oh, I know this one. These are boiled shrimps. They didn’t be ck,” she eximed


    excitedly. ‘Of course, these wouldn’t be ck.


    ALL you needed to do was throw them in a pot and boil them, ‘ Carlos thought to himself.


    His hand holding the chopsticks felt like it had been tied to a stone; it was too heavy to lift. But Debbie


    prattled on.


    “Carlos, this is the first time I have cooked. I-I came here to apologize. Last night…”


    She lowered her head. The look in the man’s eyes dimmed. Her next words somehow made him feel


    relieved like a thorn had been removed from his heart.


    “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk. I won’t cause you any more trouble in the future. Will you forgive me?”


    She widened her innocent eyes, putting on another expectant look while staring at Carlos. The man


    remained silent the entire time she talked.


    Finally, he nodded. Her eyes were filled with surprise and joy.


    Somehow, seeing her so happy made him feel happy too. At the moment, there were no words to


    exin the Logic behind the connection. Simply put, the young Lady’s delight lightened up the mood in


    the room, and he was more than fine with it.


    “You haven’t taken a bite yet,” she suddenly said. Uh-oh. He had thought that she had forgotten about


    the dishes. Quite frankly, he had nearly forgotten about them himself.


    Among all the dishes, the shrimps were the only one that seemed Like they would not give him a


    stomachache. So he decided to pick up a shrimp.


    But before his chopsticks could lift one from the meal box, she put her hand on the chopsticks and said,


    “Shrimps need peeling. Peeling is rather time-consuming. Better leave this one forst. Try the other


    dishes first.”