My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 207 She Was Not Picky Eater

However, Myrna looked at the cute bow on top and her mouth twitched.

She remembered whose phone number it was.

Isn't it Yvette, who just exchanged contact information with her last night?

Myrna looked at the time and sent a message.

He put away his phone carelessly, then went next door to check on Alfredo who was still sleeping, before going downstairs from the second floor.

The seafood porridge downstairs has been served on the table. Myrna pulled out a chair, with a tiredness in her eyes that indicated she hadn't fully woken up, making her seem enveloped in annoyance. She picked up the spoon and looked at the bland porridge in front of her, but she didn't have much appetite.

Calvin walked over and placed a plate of pickled vegetables in front of her. The refreshing green vegetables were coated with a layer of bright red chili oil, which made one's mouth water and appetite soar. "Blake's fridge had nothing in it, except for this. You'll have to make do with it. Tomorrow, I'll have Cedric buy some groceries to keep." "Um."

The moment Myrna saw the pickled vegetables, her attention was completely focused on them. She didn't hear what he said at all. She

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a fork and

was crispy and the pickled green vegetable strips were well-seasoned and chewy. The fragrance of the spicy red oil exploded in the mouth, suddenly making one have the urge to eat. She hasn't eaten anything since noon until now. She had been fully focused on the little one's surgery before. After just waking up from a nap and regaining some energy, she now feels

person who never felt embarrassed when eating. In a way, as long as there was salt and flavor, she was actually easy to please and not

bit shabby, but it was exactly to Myrna's taste, so she

and just right. She squinted her eyes and ate a mouthful of congee with a plate of pickled vegetables. It looked delicious. "Slow down, there's still some left if you want." Calvin didn't eat himself, he just sat there watching Myrna eat, with a glimmer of light in his deep eyes like a vast ocean. Myrna had finished a bowl and handed it to

of Nemmington were particular about their dining etiquette and rarely ate out,

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watching her eat so deliciously, a faint sense of satisfaction arose in my heart, and I even

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he served Myrna another

not actually have a big appetite. She was just exhausted and had stomach spasms from not