It's not that what she made was a total failure, it just didn't look like something appetizing.
The greens looked overcooked, and there was too much oil.
The taste could be imagined.
"Come over." Baron Lawrence didn't say anything but suddenly called her, "Join me for dinner!"
"I've already eaten. Had dinner with Grandpa earlier," she said, then glanced at the man who had been frowning ever since he walked in. Thinking for a moment, she changed her mind and said, "Wait here, I'll get some tableware."
Enna Clark quickly grabbed some tableware from the kitchen.
She just sat down.
The domineering man had already snatched her bowl, split half of his noodles into hers, then handed the bowl back to her, "Finish it!"
Enna Clark looked speechlessly at the bowl now almost filled with noodles and couldn't help but remind him, "Baron Lawrence, I've already had dinner with Bobby and the others; I won't be able to finish this much..."
