Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 69

Regardless, she opened the thermal meal box anyway, and said, “As soon as you try everything, I will leave right away.”

But Carlos wasn’t completely listening any more. The moment she opened the box, a burnt smell filled the room — and hence, Carlos caught a whiff of it.

Wincing, Carlos thought, ‘What was that? Did she even check if it was edible?”

Debbie caught the man’s expression. ‘A frown? Why is he frowning? He has not even tasted it yet. Was it because it does not look good?’

She clasped her hands together and began to explain, “It may Look awful but it tastes good.” ‘She’s right, ‘ Carlos thought. ‘It does look awful.’ “Julie had tasted it and she said the same. It’s really good.

You should have a try,” Debbie persisted. For tonight’s 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.

“This is

Dongpo tofu. Well, this is um… Why is it black? Um, it’s supposed to be red braised pork.” She looked at the burnt dish and giggled at

Carlos, embarrassed.

“This one,” she went on, pointing at another dish, “is supposed to be stewed pork ball in brown sauce. How come it’s black too?” Her voice trailed off as she examined her cooking. The food did not seem to have looked that way earlier. Not to her anyway. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Due to Carlos’ taste in food, his extensive experience with different cuisine prepared by brilliant chefs across the world… Debbie’s 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.

“Oh, oh, I know this one. These are boiled shrimps. They didn’t become black,” she exclaimed excitedly. ‘Of course, these wouldn’t be black.

ALL you needed to do was throw them in a pot and boil them, ‘ 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.

“Carlos, this is the first time I have cooked. I-I came here to apologize. Last night…”

She lowered her head. The look in the man’s eyes dimmed. Her next words somehow made him feel relieved like a thorn had been removed from his heart.

“I shouldn’t have gotten drunk. I won’t cause you any more trouble in the future. Will you forgive me?” 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 Lady’s delight lightened up the mood in the room, and he was more than fine with it.

“You haven’t taken a bite yet,” 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, “Shrimps need peeling. Peeling is rather time-consuming. Better leave this one for last. Try the other dishes first.”