Chapter 68
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter: 69
Regardless, she opened the thermal meal box anyway, and said, âAs soon as you try everything, I will
leave right away.â
But Carlos wasnât completely listening any more. The moment she opened the box, a burnt smell filled
the room â and hence, Carlos caught a whiff of it.
Wincing, Carlos thought, âWhat was that? Did she even check if it was edible?â
Debbie caught the manâs expression. âA frown? Why is he frowning? He has not even tasted it yet. Was
it because it does not look good?â
She clasped her hands together and began to explain, âIt may Look awful but it tastes good.â âSheâs
right, â Carlos thought. âIt does look awful.â âJulie had tasted it and she said the same. Itâs really good.
You should have a try,â Debbie persisted. For tonightâs mission, she did not even eat the dishes herself
so there would be plenty for him.
Disregarding the mildly horrified look on his face, Debbie took the chopsticks out from the meal box and
handed them to him.
Initially, he was hesitant to accept them, but the expectant Look on her face made him decide not to
disappoint her.
Once he did, Debbie started to introduce the dishes excitedly.
âThis is
Dongpo tofu. Well, this is um⦠Why is it black? Um, itâs supposed to be red braised pork.â She looked
at the burnt dish and giggled at
Carlos, embarrassed.
âThis one,â she went on, pointing at another dish, âis supposed to be stewed pork ball in brown sauce.
How come itâs black too?â Her voice trailed off as she examined her cooking. The food did not seem to
have looked that way earlier. Not to her anyway.
Due to Carlosâ taste in food, his extensive experience with different cuisine prepared by brilliant chefs
across the world⦠Debbieâs dishes did not appeal to him at all. They looked so hideous that he did not
have to taste them to know that the taste would not be good.
âOh, oh, I know this one. These are boiled shrimps. They didnât become black,â she exclaimed
excitedly. âOf course, these wouldnât be black.
ALL you needed to do was throw them in a pot and boil them, â Carlos thought to himself.
His hand holding the chopsticks felt like it had been tied to a stone; it was too heavy to lift. But Debbie
prattled on.
âCarlos, this is the first time I have cooked. I-I came here to apologize. Last nightâ¦â
She lowered her head. The look in the manâs eyes dimmed. Her next words somehow made him feel
relieved like a thorn had been removed from his heart.
âI shouldnât have gotten drunk. I wonât cause you any more trouble in the future. Will you forgive me?â
She widened her innocent eyes, putting on another expectant look while staring at Carlos. The man
remained silent the entire time she talked.
Finally, he nodded. Her eyes were filled with surprise and joy.
Somehow, seeing her so happy made him feel happy too. At the moment, there were no words to
explain the Logic behind the connection. Simply put, the young Ladyâs delight lightened up the mood in
the room, and he was more than fine with it.
âYou havenât taken a bite yet,â she suddenly said. Uh-oh. He had thought that she had forgotten about
the dishes. Quite frankly, he had nearly forgotten about them himself.
Among all the dishes, the shrimps were the only one that seemed Like they would not give him a
stomachache. So he decided to pick up a shrimp.
But before his chopsticks could lift one from the meal box, she put her hand on the chopsticks and said,
âShrimps need peeling. Peeling is rather time-consuming. Better leave this one for last. Try the other
dishes first.â