Maxwell Peary smiled. Seeing her eat so happily, he didn't bother with chopsticks, simply reaching out to pinch a soup dumpling and toss it into his mouth.
"Don't fight me for it!"
Nia Mitchell quickly moved the saucer filled with soup dumplings in front of her protectively, puffing out her cheeks and glaring.
Maxwell Peary chuckled and shook his head. How could I bear to snatch them from her?
"Deliver lunch for me."
Maxwell Peary insisted, his dark pupils like unfathomable deep pools.
Nia Mitchell kept chewing on the food in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out with each chew.
Looking at him, she knew she had never won against Maxwell Peary's stubbornness.
"I'll go only after everyone leaves work," she mumbled, continuously stuffing food into her mouth.
"Fine."
"I decide what dishes to deliver."
Maxwell Peary frowned. Hearing this, he knew she was up to some mischief again. Perhaps lunch would consist entirely of dishes he disliked.
Pausing for a moment, he sighed.
"Fine."
