At roughly the same time, Ellen Young finished preparing the dinner, and Cecil Jack returned.
By the time he arrived, Ellen had already prepared a full table of food, and the enticing aroma in the air made his saliva uncontrollably start to flow.
"It smells delicious."
He was not a person who heavily indulged in food, but he still found the scent very appealing and fresh.
Ellen had set out two pairs of chopsticks and bowls, smiling, "I didn't know what you liked, so I just made a few things."
"No need, no need, I'm not picky."
Cecil Jack didn't care much about these things, as long as it was edible, it was fine.
It was a bit late, so Ellen had cooked a fish, stir-fried a few side dishes - more than enough for them to eat.
Cecil Jack, still composed, picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a small piece of beef first.