Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 709

"Mr. Grant, do you need help?"

Wilson started a fire there with a rack, saw her coming, saw Rosemary not coming and asked with a nervous face, "Where's Rosemary?"

"Sister is resting in the tent and said she could eat before calling her!"

Hearing that Rosemary was resting inside the tent, Wilson was relieved to continue his business.

Bringing the box over, Mayme looked at Wilson's skillful posture and knew at a glance that he was also a master.

"Mr. Grant, is there something you are hiding from my sister?"

Suddenly Mayme crouched down next to Wilson and whispered.

"No!"

She also thought Wilson would have some unusual expression when he heard her words, but did not expect to be so surprisingly calm, his face could not see any little spot.

Is it really your own illusion?

Perhaps it really is one's own overthinking, looking up, just as Uncle Marcy returned from fetching water, Mayme stood up and was ready to go to the side.

"We didn't bring much food in today, you can bake some for Rosemary later, don't let her go hungry!"

"I know!"

Mayme, who had just lifted her feet and was ready to leave, listened to their conversation, and the scene of the fragrant chicken legs flying in front of her instantly appeared in her mind, making her gulp.

Turning to Wilson with a smile, he asked, "Mr. Grant, could you please bake a little more?"

"We don't seem to be obligated to take care of you!"

The words fell, Marcy's icy words slowly floated over.

Looking at him, Mayme smiled faintly, "I don't think I asked you!"

"Help yourself if you want to eat!"

Wilson, who was busy, was not at all polite.

Listening to Wilson's words, the corners of Marcy's lips curled up in a wicked way.

After glaring hard at them, Mayme took two chicken wings, two chicken legs and some of her usual favorites from the box, a whole big plate full of them, and grilled them up on the side.

Is it just a barbecue test? It's not like she doesn't know how to do it, she just doesn't want to do it.

I really don't understand why they two big men have to follow along, don't they know this is very boring?

Meat skewers on the barbecue grill emitted a zippy sound, the smell of meat floating in mid-air, the fragrance overflowing, just smell, can feel the delicious.

Marcy looked at her roast, and although it wasn't bad, compared to Mayme's, just the look of it, it was already ugly.

"I can't tell, your grilling skills aren't bad!"

Wilson appreciated Mayme's handiwork as he turned the roast.

Being able to get Wilson's appreciation shows that she is a really good cook.

"That's for sure, I don't have any great ambitions as a person, but I am obsessed with the study of food!" And then there is martial arts, in the words of the brothers is a demented word to describe.

If not, I'm afraid that her brothers would have already spilled the net of heaven and earth to find her.

"I heard Rosemary say you're good at it?"

"It's okay, my family is worried that I will be bullied, so they let me learn some self-defense, the face of the encounter with the bad guys themselves a little chance to fight back!"

Wilson is Rosemary's husband, so in Mayme's heart, she has long treated her as her brother-in-law in general.

"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, I really do not know how your parents think, and do not worry that you can not get married in the future?"