"Yeah, you know I'm so picky, so from now on, can you help me cook? If you cook for me, I definitely won't be picky!"
Aria really didn't understand, my god, what on earth happened to George? Did he think he had done a great job?
"Yes, mom's cooking is delicious, and I will definitely learn from you in the future!"
Aria, so enraged that she couldn't think straight, kicked George's leg hard. It seemed that he needed to be taught a lesson. How could he be so tactless?
So, Aria quickly finished her meal, didn't even have time to clear her bowl, and immediately pulled George away.
"Hurry up, I have something to ask for your help!"
Though Aria said that, her tone didn't sound like she was asking for help at all.
"Wait a moment, I haven't finished eating yet!"
"Hmph, didn't you say it doesn't taste good?" Aria didn't understand how George could still care about his own food at this point. Didn't he know how exaggerated he sounded just now?
