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."

we just exchange

a few

few times, so she figured sharing the same bowl of noodles was

want Blair to have anything he had already eaten from. He

either? It would be a waste of

in front of him. Once they had settled everything, Wesley started inhaling the

'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 steak with a straight face, as if it

guilt. She shouldn't complain so much. She was fortunate enough to at least have

was so focused to keep it in. After a painful first few bites,

"Is it bad, too?"

asked. Blair hastily stuffed another mouthful of noodles to her mouth and shook her head. "No, no! It's very

so much in concealing the noodles' awful taste. Wesley gave her a long look and gestured to a waiter. "Do you serve any spicy food here?" He remembered she liked spicy food. Blair looked at him

He didn't offer any kind of

waiter mentioned a few spicy dishes for them; then Wesley asked Blair to

of him. She was confused and wanted to

touched by Wesley's kind

the man in front of her gobble the very distasteful noodles. "Wesley, how are you so easily pleased? You just

paused and shrugged. "Well, I'm 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

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

her parents' passing, she was taken in by her uncle's family. She was kind of sheltered there. There were times when she felt guilty of spending her uncle's money. She tried her best to manage her money. Aside from that, she'd lived a pretty easy

was still attending school was easy and

was a descendant of the Li family. He never

ten years in the military. His body and mind were 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 at home. Instead, he needed to stay outside all the time to

in no time. As expected, they were god awful tasting, too. Nonetheless, these were so much better than the noodles or

what remained of

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

to you." He had decided to make

' 'Madam White Snake,' and some other historical Chinese stories. I checked the