Mr. Hayes rubbed his hands in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Master Quinn. I noticed that Miss Torres hasn't had a good appetite recently. She didn't eat much food the last few times, so I did not prepare much this time."
"I didn't expect Miss Torres to regain her appetite tonight."
Quinn looked at the kitchen. When he went to find drinks this afternoon, the refrigerator was still filled with all kinds of vegetables.
He bit on his chopsticks and discussed with Mr. Hayes, "Mr. Hayes, why don't you get the cook to prepare two more simple dishes? These dishes aren't enough to eat."
Mr. Hayes was old and could only eat some easily digestible food. He was not very picky about food.
He looked at Quinn and said, "Master Quinn, aren't you a celebrity? Celebrities need to maintain their bodies. It's okay to eat less."
Quinn was speechless. "Mr. Hayes, you're just afraid of trouble, aren't you?"
Mr. Hayes chuckled like a child and continued to eat.
