Charles Seymour's attitude was so firm that they didn't dare say much. It was obvious he was the type to stick to a decision and never change it. Now all they needed to do was stay out of his way.
"No." Charles refused bluntly, "I don't like light dishes, they're too bland."
Ralap Lee: "..."
If he had known earlier, he would have booked a Sichuan restaurant!
It was at that moment that Charles's phone rang. Ralap Lee and the others watched in disbelief as the previously icy figure instantly softened, his "Hello" on the call brimming with charm.
"Okay, I'll go over with Grandpa now." After hanging up the phone, Charles turned to Old Mr. Seymour, "Sophie is waiting for us at the Cantonese restaurant nearby, let's head over."
"Okay." Old Mr. Seymour readily agreed at the mention of Sophie Wilson.
Ralap Lee: "..."
Can someone please tell him how big the difference is between light dishes and Cantonese cuisine?
So much for not liking bland food!
