Chapter 111 - 110 Behave, Stick Out Your Tongue
Maxwell Peary scowled, looking at Rabina Mitchell’s pained expression.
"Uncle? You’re being very impolite."
Nia Mitchell angrily popped a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs into her mouth.
Just moments before, he was acting all righteous, chiding her about her lack of manners from his high horse. And now look at him! He’s no different, not a shred of him practicing what he preached.
"I don’t like it."
Maxwell Peary felt it necessary to let Rabina Mitchell know his tastes.
Nia Mitchell was slightly taken aback. Huh, so even people like Maxwell Peary have foods they don’t enjoy.
Nia Mitchell chuckled to herself. Finally! She’d found a food Uncle Peary didn’t like. Last night, she had put so many chilies and cilantro in his food to tease him. She absolutely had to get her revenge for that.
So, Nia Mitchell smiled, picked up another piece of sweet and sour spare ribs, and offered it to Maxwell Peary.
She wore an expression as if she hadn’t heard a word he’d just said. She was being magnanimous and sharing with him; he couldn’t possibly refuse her kindness.