Chapter 207: She Was Not a Picky Eater

However, Myrna looked at the cute bow on top, and her mouth twitched. She remembered whose phone number it was. Wasn’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 had been served. Myrna pulled out a chair, a tiredness in her eyes indicating 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 picked up a fork and immediately added one. The texture 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 hadn’t eaten anything since noon. 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 felt hungry. She was a 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 picky about food. The food looked a bit shabby, but it was exactly to Myrna’s taste, so she graciously ate the porridge while enjoying the side dishes.

The shrimp congee cooked by Xiaomi was warm and just right. She squinted her eyes and ate a mouthful of congee with the 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 finished a bowl and handed it to him with a cool attitude, saying, “Another bowl, please.”

The socialites of Nemmington were particular about their dining etiquette and rarely ate out, regardless of their appetite. Calvin had never seen a girl eat so messily before. But I have to say, watching her eat so deliciously, a faint sense of satisfaction arose in my heart, and I even wanted to eat with her.

Soon, he served Myrna another bowl of porridge. Myrna, after all, did not actually have a big appetite. She was just exhausted and had stomach spasms from not eating for a long time. She ate a little something to soothe her stomach, and she felt more at ease when she ate the second bowl. Although she was too lazy to speak and buried her head in her own meal, it was evident from the speed at which she was eating that she was already 70% full.

Blake didn’t go upstairs to sleep and, for some reason, stayed in the living room, occasionally glancing at Myrna absentmindedly with his peach blossom eyes, and then at the man sitting across from Myrna. Thinking about what he had just unintentionally discovered, he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence in the room.

“Um, Mya, when did you take individual photos of Mr. Larson?”

As the eldest brother, he didn’t have her solo photo, so why does Mr. Larson have Mya’s solo photo? He wasn’t jealous, let alone tattling. He was just curious and concerned about his sister…

Blake took a deep breath but couldn’t suppress the sour and bitter feeling in his heart. He looked at the two of them with a complex expression.

Match is match. People say that women should not stay in school for too long, but they didn’t mean not staying in school at all!