Lyndon still kept quiet.
Brian struggled to hold back laughter, coughing into his fist.
Rosalynn blinked, curious as she looked at Lyndon.
Was it the plane crash thatâ¦
âRosalynn, Iâm perfectly fine! I picked these dishes just to scare off that lady.
â
Lyndon clenched his teeth, responding as the misunderstanding escalated.
Rosalynn caught on right away.
She glanced at her husband with a smirk.
âIâll add a few more dishes.
â
Brian casually sipped his drink.
The little boy in Lyndonâs arms was still eyeing a certain area.
Lyndon was left speechless.
He gave his smooth face a pinch and reassured, âDonât pay attention to that silly guy.
Iâm a real man, just Like you.
â
Sheldon seemed relieved.
He nodded and obediently took a seat.
Rosalynn was about to place her order when her phone rang.
It was a call from Tilda.
While Rosalynn passed the menu to Brian, encouraging him to pick something, she answered the call.
âTilda?â
âRosa, where are you? Any trouble with Sheldon?â Tildaâs voice came through the phone.
Glancing at Brian, Rosalynn replied, âBrian and I are dining with him.
Does he have any food preferences?â
âHeâs not a fan of egg whites, fatty meats, or overly fishy fish.
He only likes leafy vegetables and canât stand scallionsâ¦â
Tilda rattled off the boyâs likes and dislikes.
Listening intently, Rosalynn chuckled and remarked, âSheldonâs quite the fussy eater, isnât he?â
âIndeed, he is.
â
Then Rosalynn inquired, âHave you had your meal yet? We bumped into Lyndon earlier.
If youâre still hungry, why not join us?â
There was a brief pause on the other end.
âYouâre all eating together?â
âYes, we are.
â