"Hmm," after a slight pause, Glenn Hutchinson picked up his rice bowl and responded, "Sort of."
Her gaze lingered on him for two seconds, Flossie Wright's face showed disdain as she spoke indifferently, "It's cold."
"Do you want it heated up?" Glenn Hutchinson kindly asked.
"No need."
Flossie Wright coldly replied to him.
Picking food, eating.
Can't be bothered with him.
Before long, Glenn Hutchinson tapped the edge of a plate of stir-fried bitter melon with his chopsticks and asked Flossie Wright, "Picky eater?"
Upon hearing this, Flossie Wright's eating movements hesitated a moment, glanced at the plate of stir-fried bitter melon, and after a short hesitation, said, "Not picky."
"Oh, it's just too far away."
A smile on his lips, Glenn Hutchinson seemed to realize as he spoke.
The next moment, Glenn Hutchinson picked up his chopsticks and added a few pieces of bitter melon to Flossie Wright's bowl.
"..."
Flossie Wright's face darkened.
Dammit!
