Seeing this, Summer Shawcross's face changed, and she finally couldn't resist reaching out to hold the man's hand with the chopsticks.
"Noah Drexler, stop eating." She bit her lip and said.
That old bastard was clearly trying to provoke him!
But who knew, after she finished speaking, the man's expression paused for a moment and then suddenly started to seriously look at her.
A moment later, he pressed his thin lips together and spoke seriously in a deep voice.
"You made this yourself, can't waste it!"
This was food she took the time and effort to make personally; he couldn't waste it.
As his words fell, Summer Shawcross's heart suddenly stopped.
She was taken aback as she looked at the man's calm face, feeling momentarily speechless.
In this world, perhaps only he saw her efforts as so precious.
Even if it was a badly cooked dish, he was determined to finish it.
Seeing him like this, Summer suddenly felt a bit moved inside.
