In the hot pot restaurant, Diana Curtis was frantically marking dishes on the menu, as if she intended to eat Holly Sawyer into poverty.
Holly Sawyer looked at her, helplessly rubbed her forehead. It really wasn't necessary.
"I thought you would cook for me."
After Diana Curtis ordered the dishes, she looked at Holly Sawyer pitifully and muttered a sentence.
Holly Sawyer had cooked for them before, and the taste was really good. Diana Curtis still remembered it fondly.
She thought this time she could eat Holly Sawyer's food, but it was not to be.
"Leo Grant doesn't let me cook."
Holly Sawyer took off her coat and draped it over the chair, yawning as she spoke.
Diana Curtis: "..."
Sorry, she'd better keep quiet.
The dishes soon arrived. Diana Curtis was eating the entire time, speaking very little. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she'd be served another mouthful of dog food.
Sigh, it's so tough.
