"Then let's walk over," Mrs. Richardson wasn't really too delicate to walk and crossed the road with Jaylene, heading towards the western restaurant across the street.
This western restaurant wasn't very big, but it was exquisitely decorated and had an elegant atmosphere, making it suitable for chatting with friends and small gatherings.
Although it was noon, the restaurant wasn't too crowded, so they chose a quiet corner with a reserved spot for easy conversation.
A waiter quickly came over and handed them two beautiful menus, thinking they were there for lunch.
"Black coffee would be enough for me," Jaylene said to the waiter without even touching the menu.
"Jaylene, you just had an abortion a few days ago, black coffee isn't good for you," Mrs. Richardson first told her and then turned to the waiter: "Replace her black coffee with pure juice, hot corn juice or hot milk is fine."
"I want black coffee!" Jaylene insisted on her choice.
