“I can’t pick! They taste different, and the choice will depend on the time, the place, and the preference of the person.” Dustin bit the bullet and offered a neutral opinion.
“Hmph! You’re really good at talking yourself out of situations!” Dahlia rolled her eyes, but at least she stopped bugging him.
“No matter what, you have to pick the ribs!” However, Natasha was more aggressive, supported by the confidence that she had Dustin wrapped around her finger.
He could only smile without saying a word as he was drenched in cold sweat.
“Dear, come with me. I have something to discuss with you.” After the heart–stopping lunch, Dustin was called to the side to talk by Natasha.
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