The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 511

In the evening, Kennedy booked a seafood barbecue restaurant near the school. There were many late–night stalls here. It happened to be the season for beer and crayfish now.

Lem suggested, “How about we sit by the entrance?”

Mya agreed, “Sure, I’m fine with that.”

Madelyn nodded, “It’s okay for me too.”

Madelyn remembered the first time she ate at the street food vendor during last year’s holiday. It was Forrest who took her there. After the meal, she had diarrhea that night. In order to avoid spoiling their mood, Madelyn decided to eat as little as possible.

It was just right for the four of them to sit at the table. Kennedy and Lem were clearly regulars here. They went to the food area, and each grabbed an iron tray. All four of them picked various items. Madelyn did not take much since she could not eat a

lot.

They also ordered eight pounds of crayfish. When they returned to their seats, Lem brought over a case of beer. “Girls shouldn’t drink. So just leave it to Kennedy and me.”

vibe with numerous tables

either practices the piano or works part–time. Besides school, we usually can’t

cups of bubble tea, one for Mya and one for Madelyn. “I bought them randomly. Give it a try.” Madelyn said, “Thank you. Is

that possible? You can find this bubble tea everywhere. Try it, it’s delicious! I drink several cups a day. Here, let me open it for

go out. My father never allowed me

“Wow! Your life sounds incredibly dull. Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of opportunities in the

his elbow. Then,

enjoying every moment. “Let’s consider today an early celebration of Madelyn’s success in getting into

tea as a toast to congratulate you for passing your entrance exam. In the future, you’ll be the greatest artist, and I want to become the owner of hundreds of bubble tea shops. I want everyone

and clinked it against Mya’s. “I wish

and joined, “Let’s work hard

ahead of us. Let’s meet

like she never wanted to eat it again. Kennedy paid the bill. Seeing it was only 7:30 p.m.,

something and asked, “Kennedy, what’s your