At this mont, Arthur White’s face was already swollen like a pig’s head, and he was lying on the ground, barely conscious.
"What do I have to do for you to let go?"
Hearing this, July Quinn retracted his fists and, quite seriously, said:
"Letting you go isn’t entirely impossible."
Arthur White quickly perked up, waiting for July Quinn to continue.
Under Arthur’s hopeful gaze, July Quinn said, "Our Susie wants to eat stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles from the street food market."
Susan Carter paused slightly while making tea.
He suddenly understood why his father asked him earlier if he liked the sll of stinky tofu before the fight!
"Should I have soone grab a few portions for you two now?"
As Arthur White spoke, he was ready to call soone to pack the stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles.
But before he could, July Quinn added, "No way, I’m worried you might poison it if it’s packed."
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare! How could I do sothing like that!"
Though he said this, in his mind, Arthur White was planning to add so poison to the stinky tofu to get rid of these two fools!
But at this mont, July Quinn’s cold eyes suddenly locked onto him again.
"You say you wouldn’t dare, but who knows what’s really in your heart."
Arthur White frowned, "If not packed, should we eat at the stall then?"
Since his intention had been seen through, he temporarily gave up this plan.
Finding another opportunity to send July Quinn to his grave could wait.
For now, it was more important to get rid of this nace to avoid further beatings and save his own life.
But his suggestion was once again rejected by July Quinn, "No, I’m feeling lazy today, don’t want to move."
Arthur White: "..."
He suspected July Quinn was deliberately making things difficult for him and had controlled considerable evidence.
But so what?
He couldn’t beat July Quinn, so he could only swallow his anger.
Pretending to be kind, he asked, "Then how do you want to eat the stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles?"
"It’s simple, you can make it for us at ho."
As July Quinn finished speaking, Arthur White’s expression cracked.
Him, making stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles?
This...
This was simply asking too much!
Therefore, Arthur White’s tone beca a bit more forceful.
"I can’t make stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles, not only that, I’ve never even been in the kitchen."
He intended to be a bit assertive, and then have July Quinn make so concessions.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, July Quinn slapped him again: "What’s so great about never having been in a kitchen? Is being waited on hand and foot sothing to be proud of?"
"Alright, alright, I’ll do it if you want to."
"Stop hitting, another hit and soone might actually die."
After another brutal beating, Arthur White beca even more submissive.
"But we agreed, you have to make it under Susie’s and my supervision. And if you don’t get the taste to our satisfaction, forget about taking a break."
"Yes, yes!"
To save his life, Arthur White quickly agreed.
Then, he ordered soone to fetch the ingredients and recipes needed for making stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles, and began to busy himself in the White Family’s hall.
Watching as Arthur White, who was so confident earlier, got beaten black and blue by July Quinn and took up all the tasks of a street vendor, sweating buckets, Susan Carter suddenly felt that July Quinn had been rather rciful to him back then.
Soon, Arthur White brought out freshly prepared stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles, his swollen and barely recognizable face still showing a pleasing smile.
"You two, please try it while it’s fresh out of the oven."
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