Free Web NovelChapter 166: Joan’s Words
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Yes, Madam." Mr. Jacob smiled and agreed before quickly washing his hands.
When he returned after washing his hands, everyone was already seated at the dining table. "Joan, when did you come? Did you just arrive?"
Mr. Jacob didn’t see her when he first came in. When he came back after washing his hands, he saw Joan already sitting at the dining table, so he said in surprise.
"Mr. Jacob, sorry to disturb you. I was passing by today and came to see you and Madam Sylvia." Joan hurriedly stood up to look at him.
"Well, if there’s nothing else, sit down." Mr. Jacob waved his hand and sat down. "Everyone, start eating. Don’t be shy."
Hearing Mr. Jacob’s words, everyone picked up their cutlery and started eating.
"By the way, Joan, when did you come back from England?" Mr. Jacob glanced at Joan and smiled.
"I’ve been back for a while. I won’t go to England anymore. Dad wants me to help him at his company," Joan said to Mr. Jacob as she put down the cutlery in her hand.
"Well, that’s good. Your father is indeed old. He must be very happy that you’re back to help him," Jacob said with a smile.
"Yes, that’s right, but in terms of the management of the company, there is still a lot I don’t quite understand. I hope you and Owen will help me in the future," Joan said with a smile while looking at Mr. Jacob.
"Well, I can’t help much. I’m already retired, and I can’t keep up with you young people. But you can ask..." Before Mr. Jacob could finish, his foot was kicked by Madam Sylvia under the table.
So he quickly turned to look at Madam Sylvia and gave her a look that asked, "What’s wrong?"
Sylvia looked at Mr. Jacob, who was oblivious, speechlessly. She wondered why she hadn’t realized before that both father and son were the same. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Why are you so talkative today? Eat. Try the fish you just caught," Sylvia said as she picked up a spoon and scooped a bowl of soup for Mr. Jacob.
Although Mr. Jacob didn’t know what was going on, looking at the bowl of soup in front of him, he knew that he had to talk less.
Joan was not a fool. She knew what Madam Sylvia meant by her actions, but she didn’t care. After all, she liked Owen and it had nothing to do with his family.
"Owen, try this cheese potato I brought over today," Joan said as he placed it on Owen’s plate with a communal cutlery.
This move was too sudden. Owen looked at the food on his plate and then at Anita to ask her with his eyes.
He still remembered the incident last time when he taught Joanne how to play golf. So this time, he didn’t dare to eat anything.
"Eat it. Why are you looking at me? Joan gave it to you," Anita whispered while glancing at Owen.
But to Owen, Anita sounded a little jealous, so he thought about it for a moment and picked up the cutlery to taste the cheese and potatoe on the plate.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Joan asked with an expectant smile when she saw Owen eat the food she gave him.
"I don’t like this taste very much. It’s not to my liking," Owen said with a smile as he thought about it.
"Really? That’s okay," Joan said awkwardly, stunned by Owen’s words. She hadn’t expected Owen to say that, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to continue.
Anita froze at Owen’s words. She had actually been a little unhappy when Joan had handed him the food, but everyone was sitting at the dining room table, and she couldn’t openly tell Owen not to eat.
But she didn’t expect Owen to say that it wasn’t delicious after eating it. This was simply too awkward. She didn’t know what Owen was thinking.
She couldn’t help but secretly glance at Joan’s expression. As expected, she didn’t look too happy. She must be holding it in now.
Anita glanced at Owen again. He didn’t react at all, as if he didn’t know he had said something inappropriate, so she couldn’t help but smile.
"Anita, do you want to try it?" Owen said with a smile while looking at Anita. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Ah, I... I’m not eating it. I don’t really like cheese potatoes." Hearing Owen’s sudden question, Anita came back to her senses and quickly waved her hand.
There were two people at the dining room table who didn’t like cheese potatoes. Although she didn’t know if they really didn’t like it or if they pretended not to like it, this was enough to make Joan even angrier.
"Okay, if you don’t like cheese potatoes, there are other dishes. Hurry up and eat," Sylvia said quickly when she saw that the atmosphere was not right.
