Chapter 981

In the few times I had a meal with Jonah, he always had good table manners. Now, I watched him resentfully tear into the fried egg. While eating, he grumbled, "It's no wonder why Ms. Nancy's not a fan of this fried egg. Harold's egg is cold and tough to chew. And it doesn't even look appetizing! Ms. Nancy prefers fresh food over stale ones…" Why did it seem like he was insinuating something? Still, his words amused me, and I had my breakfast. The pancakes tasted just the same. It tasted the same as I remembered, even though I hadn't had it for a while. Yet, biting into it felt like biting into rubber to me. Perhaps some things were better eaten when hot. It would no longer be as tasty and desirable when cold. Jonah might be right about that. My taste had changed; I was no longer into what I used to love. After breakfast, Jonah accompanied me to work. Caroline had been waiting for me at the office. Upon seeing me, she eagerly dragged me into my office and asked, "Nance, what's