Lil Michael grunted. "Bring over the sugar. I'll put it in myself!”
He could not trust the people on Mean Mister's plane.
What if they did not put any sugar and gave Pretty Lady bitter coffee?
The flight attendant brought him a cup of coffee and a jar of sugar.
Eric hooked his lips meaningfully and deliberately teased him.
"Don’t add too much sugar. Pretty Lady doesn't like sweet drinks."
Lil Michael stuck out his tongue and did not believe Eric. He did the exact opposite because he thought that Pretty Lady must love sweet things!
Without a word, Lil Michael scooped huge spoonfuls o f sugar into the coffee until it was about to spill over from the cup before he stopped and looked satisfied.
'Pretty Lady must be able to feel my love for her!’
Eric raised his eyebrows and smiled at him but did not stop it.
He reached out and slowly sipped his bitter coffee.' How aromatic!’
Lil Michael jumped off the chair and carefully carried the sweet coffee to Nicole.
"Pretty Lady! I made this coffee especially for you. You're the only one in the world that gets to taste this..."
Nicole paused and spoke with a smile. "Aww, thanks. Just put it here. I just had a cup, so I'll drink it after a while."
Lil Michael cheerfully nodded and bounced back to his seat.
Floyd reached out and said, "I'm thirsty. Can I have it?"
Of course, Nicole did not refuse.
She handed the cup of coffee to Floyd, who took a sip with anticipation, but he quickly spat it back out.
Nicole was startled and got him a tissue. "Dad, are you okay?"
Floyd had a complex look when he glanced at Lil Michael. He looked at his daughter and was hesitant t o comment on the sweet coffee.
"It’s nothing. I suddenly remembered that I need to control my blood sugar."
If he finished this cup of coffee, he would most likely die of sweetness.
Lil Michael was a smart and perceptive child and noticed it.
Nicole got the flight attendant to take away the coffee, which Eric and Lil Michael saw. One of them was
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