"Kayla, to celebrate Wesley's discharge from the hospital, I will cook for him myself today."
At the dinner table, faced with all the dishes that were too spicy for me, I didn't eat at all.
Kayla looked sympathetic to me when I had no idea what to eat.
Then, she stuffed a spicy taco into my plate indifferently.
I put it back on her plate.
I used to like spicy food the most, and so did Kayla.
When we were kids, we always competed on who could eat the spiciest food but always screamed because of the hell-like taste. However, never did we surrender first.
During my year in the asylum, I didn't eat a single normal meal.
Dead rats, cockroaches, needles and shards of glass could often appear in my food.
I no longer dared to eat the food they sent me.
In order to prevent me from dying, Ethan would often stuff the rotten food into my throat and inject me with a nutrient solution.
But he also completely destroyed my stomach, and I could only drink soup.
Kayla looked incredulous and irritated. "Eat it, or get out of my house!"
Max smiled and tried to ease the vibe. Then, he brought that spicy taco back to my plate and gave me some more spicy food.