Besides deshelling the shrimps, he also removed the bones in the chicken wings and tore the chicken into pieces before feeding them to her.
As he looked after her, he reminded her gently, “Darling, you have to eat smaller meals. Eating too much food in one go will give you digestion problems.”
He kept nagging by Johanna's ears as she ate her food, so she soon lost her appetite.
She put her fork down.
Timothy asked worriedly, “What is it, Darling?”
“I want to have barbecue.”
Taken aback, Timothy explained, “barbecued meat contains many seasonings that will make the food go off more quickly. It is also easy to get cancer.” He offered her some egg. “Here, have some egg. The protein is enough to—”
“I don't want it!” Johanna turned away and pouted. “I want barbecue!”
“Be good, Darling. We can have that tomorrow.”
Johanna hung her head low and kept mum.
Soon, her shoulders began trembling. In a choking voice, she complained, “Timothy, you're a bad person! You're cruel enough to refuse to let me have barbecue...”
“Okay, okay. I'll go buy some now.” Timothy promptly caved in. “Darling, what do you want?”
“Potato, chicken...”
After writing down what Johanna wanted, Timothy took his phone and left to buy them.
Once Timothy disappeared from sight, the teary look on Johanna's face vanished instantly.
She wiped the tears away from the corners of her eyes and grumbled, “If I'd known this works on him, I would've cried my heart out when he stopped me from eating ice cream last night.”
“Ice cream is chilly,” Genevieve told her airily. “Even if you cry, he won't let you have more.”
Armand sat aside quietly and chomped on his food.
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