Carl regretted his decision back then. However, this was the first time he had truly realized what he had missed.
The hotpot seasoning was boiling, and bamboo sticks with food attached on were stretching out. The steam blurred their eyes, and even their expressions became indistinct under the lights.
Jessica saw Carl was just listening quietly and did not eat anything in the hotpot at all, so he said, "You can help yourself now."
After saying that, she picked up a handful of bamboo sticks to see if the food was ready. She picked up the cooked food and handed them to Carl.
Carl took them with lowered eyes.
Both Jessica and Carl were from rich families, and their friends were also rich.
Their rich friends used to be fastidious about food. They only ate in the high-end restaurants, and seldom came to such small cheap restaurants.
Thinking of this, Jessica said, "Don't worry. The food is quite clean here."
Hearing this, Carl curled his lower lip and said, "Am I a dainty eater?"
"Aren't you?" Jessica put her chopsticks in the bowl and stared at Carl who was eating.
Carl upended the sticks into the bowl. He held the sticks in one hand and chopsticks in the other.
From the top to bottom of the sticks, he got the meat into the sauce bowl without spilling a drop of oil.
His move was quick and neat, and he was indeed a very decent eater.
Jessica studied in Hoover Film Academy.
Whether she was in college or at work, she had seen plenty of handsome men.
Most good-looking people, men and women alike, tended to get lost in the world filled with temptation. They were proud of their beautiful appearance. So, they looked around with ambition for chances to trade their beauty for shortcuts to success and fame.
Of course, some people cherished their dignity and focused on how to improve themselves. However, over the years, Jessica had hardly met another man like Carl.
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