Chapter 1973
He hung up the phone.
Another car drove up in the distance, a special car for that barbecue shop.
Grant narrowed his eyes, got off the car and two young waiters walked over with a smile: “Ms. Stanton ordered the charcoal…”
Grant’s eyes flashed and he nodded.
The waiter smiled enthusiastically and asked him, “Do you need us to help move it up?”
Grant shook his head, “No, just leave it here. Besides, you are the only ones who came to deliver things?”
The waiter nodded, “Yes, Because Ms. Stanton is a VIP customer, our manager specially ordered us to deliver it as soon as possible, exactly fifteen minutes from when she placed the order.”
Grant pursed his lips in silence.
Show your love with a Little Donation.
Fifteen minutes is indeed the fastest time from that position to the present. It means that someone gets the news faster than the store.
He pondered: “Thank you.”
The waiter smiled and left.
Grant pondered for a moment before making another call.
“Officer Jensen, I want to talk to you about something…”
More than ten minutes have passed since Grant called.
During this time, his men had already disposed of another box.
After Nicole’s repeated urging, she carried another heavy box upstairs.
There was laughter in the living room.
Clayton rolled up his sleeves, showing his thin forearms, and worked hard in the crowd.
Yvette was still arguing with Lance Sheldon. Although she hadn’t seen him for a while, Yvette was still reluctant to give up halfway and come back to work.
Julie and Ian were talking about the children playing games with Levi Stanton, and the three of them were very gregarious.
Aida and Nicole were busy with other ingredients, and they whispered a few words from time to time, and then Aida began to recommend something to Nicole.
Looks like everything is fine.
Grant took a deep breath and suppressed the heaviness in his heart. He pretended to be relaxed and walked in, and Clayton hurried over to take the box in his hand.
“Brother has worked hard. I said just now that I’ll go, but Nicole let you down without paying attention.”
Clayton still smiled softly, and he didn’t eat human fireworks.
Grant nodded and let go.
“I made a phone call below, so I came up late.” He explained to Aida who was behind.
Aida smiled and said nothing, so Grant hurried to wash his hands and eat.
The balcony has a large area, and there is an automatic rain-shielding glass on it, which can automatically adjust the light and shade and air permeability according to the sunlight temperature and humidity.
Everyone sat in front of the tables and chairs that had been prepared for a long time, watching Clayton start the smoky barbecue.
Nicole took a photo and sent it to Floyd.
Isn’t BBQ more fun than fishing? But her next sentence: “Dad, how many fish did you catch today?”
The other party’s reality: “You are not the other party’s friend…”
Nicole: “…”
Oh, block it!
She still called Mr. Anderson and asked him to prepare more food for Floyd.
Uncle Steward: “The old man didn’t catch a single fish today. He’s in a bad mood, so he won’t eat.”
No wonder this is the case!
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