Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 171 Thinking Of Buying

Yvette held her chin with both hands. “Mr. Snow, is this your attitude when asking for help? Don’t forget, you want me to lend a workbook to your sister! If you don’t accompany me, I won’t lend it to you. I’ll call the driver now to pick me up.”

“Suit yourself.” Eric stood up, ready to leave. He sounded a bit displeased.

Yvette panicked. She immediately sat down next to Eric, tightly clutching his arm, refusing to let him leave.

When threats didn’t work. Yvette’s demeanor softened. “Mr. Snow, can’t you just spend half a day with me? I’m all alone during New Year.”

She grabbed Eric’s arm, swaying it and acting cute. “Please, Eric!”

Yvette rarely called him by his name. Usually, she addressed him as “Mr. Snow” or “old man.”

He was around seven to eight years older than her and was indeed older.

As soon as Eileen arrived, she was taken to a place where the entire floor was filled with stalls. and food vendors. However, the environment wasn’t particularly pleasant.

The tables were littered with discarded plastic containers, and gnawed bones were strewn on the ground. A few stray dogs were darting about by the roadside.

In the air, apart from the delightful aroma of food and spices, there was a mix of other unpleasant smells.

However, the majority of the unpleasant smells were masked by the aroma of the barbecued skewers.

Stepping on a bone, Eileen looked down and felt disgusted, not knowing where to place her foot. “Elm, what kind of place is this? Why did you bring me here?”

“What a drama queen.” Elm reached out and grabbed her wrist, “Ms. Eileen, be careful not to let the crowd separate us.”

Elm led her through the food court and into an alley. After a while, they gradually left the crowd, and the area became quieter. Away from the crowded people, Eileen felt like she could breathe fresh air again.

They arrived at a black door that was wide open. It was a clean, small restaurant. However, there were only two tables with customers at this hour.

“We’re here!”

Eileen asked, “Are we here for a meal?”

think? With you El raised an eyebrow and let go of her hand. “What else do appearance, can you endure eating there?” He patted the dust off his clothes.

your

delicate

bit embarrassed. “I’m not used to it yet. I’ve never been here before, and my father

enough. Let’s head in,

grabbed some napkins, wiped the table a few times, and threw them in the trash.

do you want to eat?”

“Ravioli.”

aren’t you tired of eating

puzzled. “How do you know I eat

“You said it yourself. Anyway, don’t

called out, “Two servings of

owner responded, “Got

filled with curiosity about the new things around

really that strict with you? He doesn’t let you eat anything. If you want to eat, no one

can stop you.”

owner soon served them piping hot ravioli. The two of them seemed quite familiar

lady your girlfriend?”

yet, but… I’m

Bring her over whenever

“Sure.”

owner left, Eileen asked him, “Do you know the owner?”

I used to come here

okay.” She thought that someone as picky as Elm wouldn’t come to a place

restaurant was hard to find as it was located in an

other customers had

the two of them remained

was an old man in his sixties or seventies. Now idle, he wore reading glasses and seemed to be mending something. The thread in his hand couldn’t pass through the needle’s eye,

wiped his mouth and stood up. “What are you

me see.”

time. With a little mending, it

is your

she’s out walking the dog. She won’t be

the seat just vacated by the owner. He picked up an old, blue garment, which looked like it had been worn

finishing his meal, she walked over and watched him threading the needle. He skillfully handled the needle and thread. seemingly experienced.

gaze. “What’s

know you could sew. Elm, you’re