That night, Quill drove all the way from North City to San Novia to look for Minerva, just as Juliette said.

When he arrived, it was already at night. Because he had told Minerva in advance on the phone, Vera went to the nearby supermarket to buy some food so that they could have supper together.

Vera's culinary skills weren't bad to begin with. In addition, she had been with Minerva for the past few years. In order to fill up her stomach that couldn't bear takeaways, she developed good cooking skills. Minerva and Beanie depended on her cooking a lot.

Hearing that she was going to cook, Beanie swallowed his saliva, "Auntie Vera, are we going to have hotpot later?"

Hearing this, Vera lowered her head and looked at him strangely. "It's not winter now. Why hotpot? Aren't you afraid that you'll be feeling hot?"

Beanie was unhappy when he heard that reply. He pouted his lips and said, "We can also have a hotpot in summer. Don't you think it's very satisfying?"

Those words...

Vera narrowed her eyes and looked at Beanie. Suddenly, she stretched out her index finger and poked him on the forehead.

"Satisfying? Since when did you learn such a term? You are a little foodie. I know that you just want to "Oh." Beanie covered his forehead with his hand, and his fair and tender little face was full of anger. "Auntie Vera, can you make us hotpot or not?"

"No." Vera turned around instantly and turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables. "Your uncle has been working all year round. It takes him more than two hours to drive from North City to San Novia, don't you know that? He's already tired enough engaging in social activities outside. And now you ask him over for hot pot? Can't you let him eat something good in the middle of the night?"

Hearing what she said, Beanie blinked his eyes as if he had read the underlying meaning of her words.

Beanie suddenly said something unexpected, "Why do you care so much about my uncle? Do you like him?"

"What did you say?" Vera suddenly jumped in surprise. She looked around with her eyes wide open. When she noticed no one else was around, she quickly reached out and covered Beanie's mouth. "You, you can't talk nonsense, okay?"

Beanie's mouth was covered by her, and he couldn't say anything, so he just stared at her.

and she quickly loosened her grip. "Don't talk nonsense, okay? Otherwise, I

figured out something. He tilted his head and

the food in the bag and said, "Well, I'll do it for you, okay? I probably owe

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other party heard her and immediately apologized embarrassedly. "I'm sorry. I was urged by someone else so I became impatient. Then, I

hung up the call and placed the phone on the table. Then, she walked barefoot to the bathroom to

all this, she saw

her phone. It

it be that he

this, Minerva did not answer the phone. Instead, she

the door. Their gazes met

hadn't seen her for a long time. Quill really missed her and he couldn't help

"Quill, I'm no longer a child. It's not... appropriate for you to rub my hair like this." "In my eyes, you will always be a child," Quill

"Quill, can we have a talk?

incident when he was going to fly back and she was

was about to leave, he rubbed

of high heels. She never

to him doing this. However as time went on, when she saw the joy in his eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse him. She didn't expect

Daughter, what on earth....

whether to laugh

really like to rub someone's head, go to your

He then took off his shoes at the entrance and saw a few pairs of women's slippers on the shoe rack. He

pouted her lips and said, "I didn't know you'd come so early. I didn't even have time

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