Philip Shaw indeed became cheerful, raised his eyebrows, and said smugly, "I knew it, their food made with gutter oil can't compare to my natural style."
Wow, he still remembers gutter oil.
"Let's eat, or it'll get cold." Aldana Candi quickly changed the topic, afraid she'd say something revealing.
On the boat, she had a bowl of little wontons with Ellen Candi, and was already full. Now, forcing herself to eat a potato, she felt fuller than ever—completely stuffed.
Aldana Candi couldn't move, lying on the bed to digest. Ellen Candi came down from the boat to find her, saw her looking lifeless, and immediately flared up, pointing at Philip Shaw's nose and angrily shouted, "Philip Shaw, what did you do to her?!"
Philip Shaw, having his nose pointed at rudely, immediately looked displeased and coldly retorted, "I haven't asked you what you did to her, making her lay down after breakfast."
"What breakfast? Aldana was clearly having breakfast with me this morning!"
