Eldest Young Master Grant, looking displeased, tried using his left hand to pick up the noodles, but how could those slippery noodles be easy for someone newly "left-handed"?
After several attempts, he couldn't pick up a single noodle, and Eldest Young Master Grant was furious!
Especially with the delicious aroma occasionally wafting from the bowl, it was simply torturing him!
His deep, enigmatic eyes stared intently at the little woman across from him, but finding it useless, he angrily banged his chopsticks on the bowl.
Yet, throughout it all, the little woman opposite him never once looked up at him!
Inwardly frustrated, Eldest Young Master Grant roared: This heartless little woman, he's like this, why isn't she looking at him? Hurry up and look at him!
He hadn't eaten much since last night, and his stomach was nearly empty!
