After listening to the lady, Tristan Grayson was silent for a few seconds. "Egg fried rice," he said.
"Alright, why don't you have a seat? It'll be ready in just a minute. Oh, by the way, sir, do you need to get one to go for your girlfriend?"
"To go? No need." 'I don't even know where that woman has gone. Why would I be so kind as to pack her a meal?'
The lady didn't notice that Tristan Grayson's expression had soured. She continued smiling, "You two lovebirds are really something else. Having a little spat? That young lady waited here for you for almost an hour during the day, but you never came back. And now you're here by yourself... you must be waiting for her, right? I'm telling you, a pretty girlfriend like yours, you have to keep a close eye on her. Otherwise, someone's going to snatch her away someday. Don't believe me? This afternoon, I was mopping the floor, and I saw it myself. A man just as handsome as you are picked her up from across the street."
