It was probably the first time a boy had ordered a girl's meal at their shop.
Hannah took a bite and found it very tasty, fresh and not greasy. Seeing Arnold Simmons not eating, she curiously asked, "Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"
Arnold Simmons tugged at the corner of his mouth, word by word, "Do you think I should like it?"
Hannah thought for a moment, her hand gripping the spoon tightened, and her gaze was also careful, "Did I order the wrong thing?"
She pursed her lips and also put down her spoon, her voice filled with guilt and unease, "If you don't like it, we can change to another place."
Looking pitiful as she spoke, she even glanced at his expression.
Just like a sad little cat who has done something wrong, fuzzy and soft, who could bear to blame her?
What else could Arnold Simmons do but compromise, "I don't dislike it."
