Chapitre 478: Overly active imagination

"Oh, yeah. It looks yummy." But nothing on her plate looked anything resembling the food she loved to eat. The vegetables looked overcooked and saggy. The meat seemed to be burnt on some parts. 

She could already guess that the taste would not be farm from its appearance. But, she took her fork and knife, slicing through the meat, refusing to admit defeat. As she suspected, it was hard and overcooked inside.

"Hey, Cassie, I am almost a third of my food, and you barely touch yours," Jacob complained, but he already knew why. He did not mind the taste since he had eaten a hundred of this kind of meal. He doubted that she had. Even if she had in the past, it might have been a long time ago. Her association with his brother would have taught her to enjoy only the finer things in life.