Hilla silently left the restaurant. When Bruce parked the car and returned, he saw Hilla standing outside the restaurant, staring at the entrance suspiciously and frowning.
"The passersby might have thought that she had just argued with the restaurant owner and was kicked out." Bruce thought.
Bruce went forward and put his arms around her waist, "I thought you wanted to eat here. Why don't you go in?"
He thought that she must have ordered by now.
Hilla shook her head and sighed heavily, "This restaurant has changed."
The taste was different from what she had thought before, and it was no longer the taste that she yearned for.
Bruce looked at her pitiful face with a doting smile. "Don't you want to eat roasted chicken?" "Not anymore!"
She really didn't want to at all. She didn't even want to enter that restaurant. The smell was so strange that she felt sick.
Not only did she feel sick about roasted chicken in this place, she now had no appetite for any roasted chicken.
