Sure enough, he took out his phone, and there were numerous video calls and a dozen question marks from Simon Ford.
He rubbed his brow and let out a silent sigh.
"Eve, have you had dinner?"
Eve Sherman shook her head, "No… Are you hungry? Should I take you back now? Or shall we eat nearby? Actually, it's better to eat nearby since you have low blood sugar."
Stellan Sutton tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Then let's eat nearby."
"What do you feel like eating?"
Eve Sherman asked while driving around the avenue.
Stellan Sutton said indifferently, "Up to you."
"Sichuan, Hunan, Cantonese, or Western cuisine, Japanese food?"
Eve Sherman knew that Stellan Sutton liked Japanese food and usually didn't eat spicy stuff. The notebook Joshua Crawford left her detailed his many dietary habits.
He doesn't eat foods of unclear origin, doesn't eat strongly flavored foods, can't eat spicy things, dislikes onions—in short, extremely picky.
