NovelEnglishGeorge was inwardly thankful.
When faced with Eric, he always unconsciously speaks the truth himself.
But the good thing is that this tno words were spoken.
Otherwise wouldn't it be a breach of contract to have agreed to Max's deal?
It is still important to be honest.
And he didn't notice that Eric's eyes dimmed a few notches.
He dropped his long eyelashes like a bushel, caged by the shadows of the white fluorescent lights overhead.
It was only after a long tthat he adjusted his mood and said, "Then let's eat."
Eric took all those meals out of the thermos.
Very ordinary three dishes and one soup, all made by Eric's own hands, in order to look better, Eric also specially arranged the
plate to come.
But George's eyes are not on the plate at all.
He noticed the cut on the back of Eric's hand and the bloodied band-aid on his left thumb.
Apparently, these are left over from cooking.
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This idiot, why do you need to cook if you don't know how to cook?
This tit was a cut finger, but next time, it's not going to chop off the whole hand, right?
George's heart suddenly leapt out of a nameless fire.
"Why don't you eat it? This stir-fried pork liver with sauerkraut is especially good for blood." Eric handed the chopsticks to George
and inquired curiously.
George, on the other hand, just threw his chopsticks to the ground.
"Don't bringany more food, | don't like these, | like to eat out." George said.
What?
Eric opened his mouth, his eyes full of aggression, "These are more nutritious ah, outside things are heavier, not good for your
body."
If you don't eat well, it's hard for the wound to heal completely.
George still cold words, "outside take-out is not good, | will find a nutritionist to do for me, so it's always delicious, in any case,
without you is!"
Hearing this, Eric slowly lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and threw them into the trash.
Then he retrieved a new pair of chopsticks and handed them to George and said, "Okay, I'll stop bringing them later and go find a
nutritionist for you, but you eat this meal today first."
Looking at Eric's pitiful look, George almost had to take the chopsticks.
But when it mattered, it was still a heartbeat away, and the head was parted again.
No, there is a first tand a second tfor this kind of thing.
Gave Eric hope that he would definitely send meals again in the future.
Long term pain is better than short term pain.
Now let Eric down and he'll never cook in the kitchen again and never get hurt again.
Thinking of this, George then looked away and said coldly, "How can | eat this? I'm not eating, you can givebubble noodles or
order take-out."
Holding the meal he had specially made, Eric walked out lost.
Too immersed in his own world, he didn't even notice that he ran into Bonnie.
Bonnie chased her hard to the garbage room and saw Eric about to throw the thermos box in and rushed to stop her.
"What are you doing, Eric, what's wrong with you, who's bullying you?"
Eric then cback to his senses and squeezed out a smile towards Bonnie, "Young grandmother, what a coincidence."
Bonnie: "...... No coincidence at all, I've followed you down half the corridor and shouted at you more than twenty times before you
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"I was just thinking about something, so | didn't notice you." Eric explained.
Bonnie nodded and raised her hand to point to the lunchbox he was holding, "Then why are you throwing this away."
Through the lid that has been opened, Bonnie noticed that the meal inside had not been touched at all.
Why do you have to throw away a good meal?
"What | cooked wasn't very good, or the dietitian's meal was better, so | just dumped it." Eric explained.
Bonnie disagrees with this statement.
Although Eric's cooking is indeed average, you can tell by looking at it that it has been carefully prepared.
How can you say throw it away.
Looking again at Eric's disoriented expression, Bonnie guessed a possibility, "Did George pick on you and say he didn't like your
cooking?"
Being guessed the reason, Eric's eyes suddenly panicked beyond belief and desperately denied, "No, it's not like that."
Bonnie looked over at him with a bit of helplessness in her tone, "Eric, you do realize that you're really bad at lying, right?"
"I'm the one who really didn't do very well, and it has nothing to do with George." Eric said.
If it were not for him, George would not have gone to the abandoned warehouse, much less hurt his leg and not be able to stand
up for the rest of his life.
So even if George is picky about his cooking, Eric admits it.
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