"Do you mind fried rice?"

Before Wei Xia was on the table, Trovis blocked the dining table.

"It seems I have no choice." Wei Xia smiled bitterly.

What Wei Xia was disgusted with was not the fried rice with eggs, but a lot of carbs. He did need to replenish carbs, but in addition to carbs, there were many more to replenish. But here in Trovis, he couldn't count on more.

Fried eggs and fried eggs, gone.

"Do you just treat yourself?"

If it was someone else, Wei Xia's line should be: Are you just treating guests like this?

"I haven't been in the mood to visit the supermarket these days."

For well-known reasons.

Wei Xia expressed understanding.

I didn't eat it in the morning, but when I saw a table of carbohydrates, Wei Xia didn't want it, but her stomach was very honest. She first croaked, and then drove her brain to control her hands and feet to hold a bowl to fill the rice.

After taking a bite, Wei Xia fell in love with Trovis' egg fried rice.

It's different from what he ate in a Chinese restaurant.

In order to cater to the taste of Americans, the fried rice in the Chinese restaurant will add many strange seasonings. Wei Xia is nourished by British women and has a light taste. Those heavy flavors belonging to Americans will fly against the wind every time they are sent to their mouths.

Trovis' egg fried rice is just right, neither salty nor light, and with scrambled eggs, the aroma of rice and the appetite brought by the eggs, he lets him dry three large bowls in a row.

"When did you come last night?"

Trovis seemed to have lost his memory, but she asked the wrong time.

At that time, Wei Xia was busy filling her stomach and was using all her brain to eat, and she had no time to listen to her.

So there was a scene of talking and a mouthful of fried rice with eggs and constant chewing.

Trovis didn't eat much, while Wei Xia wiped out the fried rice from the eggs.

After eating and drinking, he is ready to go home for Thanksgiving.

"Can you be alone?" Wei Xia was not sure if he should leave Trovis alone.

Trovis nodded slightly.

Wei Xia had just walked a few steps and walked back automatically.

"Aren't you going to Boston?" Trovis asked.

"I just remembered that the tickets were sold out. Tonight is Thanksgiving. Many people are going home for the holiday. I slept again and missed the best time to grab the ticket..." Wei Xia made up a reason, "It seems that I have to stay. This is God's arrangement."

Trovis asked tentatively: "Then... continue to eat fried rice tonight?"

Wei Xia couldn't bear it anymore: "Is that how you entertain guests?"

A rare smile appeared on Trovis' face: "I'm kidding."
Chapter completed!