Seeing that it was Charlie, she hastily walked over and brought him out. "What are you doing here? This place is not suitable for you. Don't get your clothes dirty."
Charlie said with resignation, "You're exaggerating."
"Men should work outside rather than stay in the kitchen. Why did you come to the restaurant today?"
"I came to pick her up," Charlie replied.
Mckenzie was dissatisfied, grumbling," You've been working all day. You must be very tired but still came to pick her up. She had a car. She can go back herself."
"No. We are going to a friend's party. Today is a special case. I'll pick her up and go there together." Afraid that she would ramble on, Charlie made an excuse.
Sure enough, Mckenzie quieted down. "I see. She's sending the dressing and will be back soon. You haven't eaten dinner, right? I'll ask them to cook you some porridge."
Charlie shook his head and refused.
Mckenzie didn't listen to him, calling over a waitress and whispering in her ear.
After a while, the fragrant porridge was served. Mckenzie asked, "How does it taste?
Charlie squinted his eyes, saying, "Not as good as the porridge made by Mom."
Mckenzie laughed and shook her head. " You’ve been good at flattering since you were a kid. Now you're almost thirty. You haven't changed a bit."
Charlie smiled. "I think this is quite good."
Mckenzie echoed. Looking at him eating reminded her of the time when he was a child, sitting in front of her eating porridge.
Twenty years had passed. They spent less and less time alone together.
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