True Love Waits

Chapter 628 A Distasteful Lunch

After carrying her piggyback style for quite a while, Wesley was surprisingly not that tired. Even with his minimal sweating, Blair still offered to wipe his face.

He did not refuse her kind gesture and just let her do as she pleased while he browsed through the menu. "Which do you prefer? Western or Chinese? Well, it's fine whichever you like. They have them both here."

"I would like the steak."

"Okay then."

Wesley gestured that they were ready to order, and a waiter arrived at their table. Blair went to throw the napkin she wiped Wesley's face with and when she got back to her seat, she asked the waiter, "What kind of hot drinks do you serve?" She turned to look at Wesley and added, "I think you would like something hot to drink as well."

"Hmm. I don't think I want it. I'm fine with a glass of water." He turned to the waiter and asked, "Do you have any hot drink available?"

"Yes, sir. We have hot coffee, milk tea, and an assortment of fruit juice," the waiter replied.

Blair chose to have a steak set and a glass of fruit juice. Wesley, on the other hand, ordered a bowl of noodle soup.

Blair had seen it coming. Wesley was not that big of a fan of Western food after all.

It was not long before their meals arrived. The steak came first. Blair was hungry and took a hearty bite off the steak. However, the longer she chewed it, the more she lost her appetite. By the time Wesley's food reached their table, she'd grown fully sated of her steak that she couldn't stop looking at it.

Wesley noticed how intently Blair was looking at his noodles and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Blair replied as she shook her head.

He lowered his head to start eating the noodles. When he checked up on Blair, he noticed she hadn't touched it since his food came. "What's the matter? You don't like it? Does it not taste good?" Blair's cheeks grew warm as she smiled coyly. She had eaten a lot of steaks when she was in England. This steak did not taste like how she remembered it. Fairly enough, one could not expect good quality food from a restaurant inside an amusement park. The steak tasted terrible. "No, it's quite alright," she lied.

However, Wesley saw right through her fib. He removed the plate in front of her and told her, "Order another dish."

Blair did not contest his suggestion and nodded. "Hmm. How about your noodles? Is it any good?"

Wesley was not that much of a foodie, so he replied nonchalantly, "Not too shabby."

exchange our dishes?"

a few bites

more than a few times,

anything he had already eaten from. He answered, "No.

it first. What if I don't like it either? It would be a waste of food." Blair was aware Wesley was not a fan

bowl closer to Blair and placed her dish in front of him. Once they

took a spoonful of the noodles and immediately disliked it. 'Oh my God. It's no better than the steak. Is this even safe to consume?' she wondered. She really was not a picky eater, but the food sold inside the amusement park was really terrible.

confusing for her was the man in front of her. He ate the steak with a straight face,

so much. She was fortunate enough to at least

to continue eating the noodles. She was so focused to keep

"Is it bad, too?"

asked. Blair hastily stuffed another mouthful of noodles to her mouth and shook her head. "No,

concealing the noodles' awful taste. Wesley gave her a long look and gestured to

didn't offer any kind

them; then Wesley asked Blair to choose what appealed

and placed it in front of him. She was confused and wanted to take the noodles back. He then pointed

by Wesley's kind

the very distasteful noodles. "Wesley, how are

a soldier. I've experienced an awful lot of much harsher situations." There were times when he was unable to obtain food for two days. Some missions were really tough like that. He gradually stopped caring about the flavors of the food. As

hearing his words. She had never suffered from starvation or any kind

uncle's family. She was kind of sheltered there. There were times when she felt guilty of spending her uncle's

while she was still attending school was easy and comfortable. She

family. He was a descendant of the Li family. He never had to worry about money. He was set to never

honed thoroughly. From such rigid training, he had become an enduring man. He could have a comfortable and lavish life had he chosen to stay

were god awful tasting, too. Nonetheless, these were so much better than the noodles or the steak. Blair ate most of it without saying a

was getting full, but there was still some food left. Wesley ate what remained of Blair's food. He was not to let any

call. He was receiving a dozen of calls the whole morning. He said they were very important and he couldn't ignore them. Blair

decided to make this day all about

I would like to see 'A Love Story of Butterflies, ' 'Madam White Snake,' and some other historical Chinese stories. I checked