After Jasmine Yale finished her phone call with Joe Heath, Sylvan Cheney had already finished eating and went into his bedroom to rest.
Chale Cheney was still scraping the white rice from his bowl with a spoon.
After twelve o'clock, Jasmine cleaned up the dining table and also went into her bedroom.
"Did you enjoy the lunch?" Jasmine asked tentatively.
Sylvan Cheney was holding his notebook, head-down, not saying a word.
His lashes slightly drooping, covering his stern face which showed a hard-to-read expression and mood.
Jasmine knew he was picky about food, it certainly did not meet his taste buds.
"The sweet and sour belt fish was a bit sour. I added too much vinegar, and the beef curry, it was my first time making it, so it probably wasn't very good."
He remained silent with his head bowed, eyes fixed on the computer screen.
