Chapter 313

Once Old Mr. Blackwell got talking, there was no stopping him. Especially when he got into his professional stuff—Claire felt like a college freshman being thrown into advanced math three months after graduation. It went straight over her head and made her want to doze off. But she couldn't just zone out completely. So she nodded along every so often, pretending to get it even though she clearly didn't. Finally, Jasper McCarthy had enough and cut him off. "Come on, old man, give it a rest! My senior's not signing up to be your apprentice! What, you feel too secure about your meals now so you're turning dinner into class time?" Old Mr. Blackwell instantly shut up, glaring at him with that signature puffed-cheeks-and-wide-eyes look. Claire couldn't help but smile slyly. Trying to ease the mood, she joked, "If you really go into therapeutic diets, a ton of ingredients might be off-limits. Wonder how many meals you'd get to enjoy then?" Before her words even fully landed, Old Mr. Blackwell