I stared at Irvin while he was chewing, and I couldn't help but ask, "What do you think? You can even taste the mango puree in it!" Many people didn't seem to like the texture. And judging from his expression, I didn't know if he liked it.
His smile broadened, seemingly in a very good mood, and he nodded, "I like it. It's not too sweet."
Emotions were contagious. I loosened up a little after having some desserts and being around Irvin, who was in a rather good mood. Looking at him, I asked, "Where are we going next?"
He laughed, "We're going to eat some more."
"What are we eating then?" I asked. People would be more willing to talk if they were in a good mood. That was the same for me as well.
Irvin replied with a smile, "I'll let you decide."
I thought for a second, "What about Asian food?"
Upon hearing my answer, he cocked his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything else. A
moment later, he started the engine.
He brought me to a relatively famous Asian restaurant in a mall. Since it was the after peak hour for lunch, there weren't many people in the restaurant. So, we settled at a larger table.
After Irvin ordered the food for both of us, he turned his attention to me and saw that I was still eating the cake from before.
He didn't hesitate to take it away, and he said, "You shouldn't eat so many snacks before the meal. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat anything else later."
Stunned, I nodded. It had been a while since anyone had treated me so whole-heartedly. Anyway, I was indeed a little full from the few mouthfuls of cake from earlier.
Irvin didn't leave the unfinished cake aside after he took it away from me. Instead, he gobbled it up. Thinking that he must really like it, I asked, "So, you like the taste of it too?"
He curled his lips into a wide grin, "Yes, I like it very much."
"Then maybe we can buy more on our way back later?" "That's a good idea!"
Irvin seemed like he was on cloud nine. He ordered many dishes, but I couldn't eat much because I had the desserts first. I looked at the leftovers and couldn't help but feel regretful, "It's such a waste!"
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