No matter how much Bobby cares about his face, he can't withstand the hunger that makes his stomach stick to his back. After a mental struggle, he set aside his pride, walked to the coffee table, moved the small stool that Baron Lawrence had helped him with earlier, sat down, and began to eat with his chopsticks.
"Mmm."
The table was full of dishes he liked to eat, especially the boiled beef.
Bobby was starving, his appetite wide open, not caring about his image anymore. After a swift gobble, he wiped his mouth and looked up, finally feeling something in his stomach and said to the man on the sofa next to him, "I told Enna, we're heading back soon."
"Mm." Baron Lawrence frowned, glanced at him, and said with a touch of his lips, "Don't talk while eating!"
Don't speak while eating or sleeping, that's what Old Master Lawrence had taught him since he was young.
