CHAPTER 51: He's Getting Sweeter

Shantelle

I looked at all the food on the table and looked at each one separately. The strawberries in the strawberry sundae are fresh, and the cheese-flavored fries are still fine. It looks like he asked for it to be brought to him.

“How did you get it?” I pointed to the egg pudding and asked.

"At the gas station," he said as he put the plate in front of me.

"This fruit salad?" I asked again.

"I made it," he said.

I turned my head up and gave him a suspicious look. I asked with a look of doubt, "It wasn't poisoned, was it?"

He did nothing but laugh and shake his head.

"And what's this?" I pointed to the white bun as the last thing.

He said, "From a random Chinese store."

I gave him a nod and looked at the breakfast he had made himself. Fried eggs, bacon, hot dogs, and cooked rice were his specialty. It seemed like he didn't fry the rice because I didn't like the smell of the garlic.

I stopped talking and put my head in my food. I had been hungry for a long time, and my mouth watered