Winston looked up at her, his face calm as usual, but there was a glow that hadn't been there in the past. He didn't dawdle and came over in big strides, taking a seat on her other side.
Bai Qingqing picked up her own serving of braised tenderloin starch noodles and ate happily.
She unconsciously noticed that what Winston ate was the worst part of the roasted meat, such as the flabby stomach, the lower thigh that didn't have much meat, as well as ground meat.
In the past, Winston wouldn't especially pick these areas.
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but throw Parker a glance. She swallowed the meat in her mouth and then said to Winston, "Have some of the upper thigh meat."
"That's mine!" Before he could reply, Parker spoke up first and snatched away the roasted upper thigh meat that was on the other side.
Winston didn't say a word. He bit onto a piece of soft meat and bit it off. The soft meat bounced and splattered a few drops of oil.
