Luke was driving, and the corner of his lips was slightly curled up.
Luke had never liked fast food like burgers.
In his opinion, fried food was junk food. But today was an exception.
Eileen didn't order anything. She asked the waiter to give Brad the menu, "Order whatever you want."
Brad ordered a burger, fries, and fried chicken, all of his favorites.
Eileen didn't ask Luke, and the man didn't seem to care much.
Soon the food was served. Eileen was making up for Brad. She kept putting the
food in front of Brad. She didn't eat anything herself.
She was in the treatment of stomach cancer. She couldn't have this fried food.
Looking at the pile of plates in front of him, Brad was on the verge of tears.
He had just eaten a lot of snacks at the police station. His stomach was about to explode!
"Are you pushing too far to please the kid?"
Seeing the awful look on his son's face, Luke looked over at Eileen.
Eileen’s hand holding the fries lurched. She responded to Luke, "Will you stop talking to me?" "Even if you want to make your son happy, you don't need to be so attentive. You keep putting food in front of him, are you trying t o choke him?" Luke asked.
Glancing at the food in front of Brad, Eileen stopped.
"What was the matter with the fire alarm?"
"I accidentally hit it when Dad and I were going upstairs." Brad blurted out without hesitation.
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