Chapter 837
After a while, the braised pork trotters were ready.
Just as the camera moved away from Damien Hart's face, the old lady quickly took a bite of radish, then looked at her with displeasure and said, "Eat the pork trotters."
Chloe Collins gave a look of disbelief.
The old lady had her run an errand just to eat these pork trotters, and now she didn't want them anymore?
Or was it that she never wanted to eat them in the first place?
"Eat it or not? If you don't eat it, I'll throw it to Mark!" The old lady's voice was hoarse.
She kept a black dog in her backyard.
Chloe Collins was quite peckish, so she decided not to be polite with her.
"Can you even eat with that mask on? These pork trotters were made by my dear grandson's own grandmother, they're unique in taste and the only ones in the world. If you can't finish it, it would be a waste, and if you dare waste it, I fucking swear I'll cut you."
The old lady was rather hostile.