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"Don't you have anything that makes you happy?" Hannah retorted.
There always is something, even if it's raining for days, there's bound to be a day when the sun comes out.
Arnold Simmons chuckled, gazing at her with his heavy-lidded eyes that smiled with a trace of subtle allure, "I'm quite happy when you treat me to food."
Hannah forced a smile, "Is your happiness that simple?"
"Otherwise?"
"Then from now on, if I treat you to something, you owe me a smile in return."
Arnold Simmons: "..."
It wasn't long before their servings of stinky tofu were ready.
The taste was better and more authentic than anticipated. Fried in the pan, the stinky tofu had a crispy exterior with a fragrant and soft interior, drenched with sauce and sprinkled with fiery red chili—it was truly appetizing just to look at.