Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 19 Southern Dishes

Chapter 19 Southern Dishes

Standing by the table, Charlotte watched the servants serving dishes one by one cautiously, and held back words which sprang to her lips several times.

The dishes on the table are rich, including chicken, duck and fish, all of which looked delicious in color and fragrance, making people greedy.

Nelson looked at her: "Out with what you want to say."

Charlotte said carefully: "Mr. Clark, you can't eat these food now..."

Nelson had many unhealed wounds, and his bones hadn't grown well. The lighter the diet, the better it is, but...

All the dishes were abundant fish and meat, which were greasy. Although they were delicious- smelling, they were harmful to Nelson's recovery.

After they finished serving the dishes, the servants left as if had fled for their lives.

Nelson didn't expect that the little girl cared about him, so he beckoned to her: "Come here."

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, and was afraid of being beaten by Mr. Clark fiercely, so she moved over in small steps.

Nelson held her into his arms. Charlotte was small, like a big pillow, soft and tender, so it was comfortable for him to hold

Nelson put his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice with a provocative magnetism: "Are you care about uncle?"

Charlotte's back was stiff, but her face was red, and she stammered: "Doctors, doctors are benevolent."

These words made Nelson laugh, and the sharpness he carried was completely softened by the smile: "Doctors are benevolent?"

Charlotte nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"

Nelson said lightly: "They did it by intention." He said with a sneer: "They wish I would die sooner."

Charlotte wanted to ask, but she thought that it was not good to talk about his family affairs, so she said softly, "You mean these dishes..."

"Yeah." Nelson said casually. He didn't care about it because he wouldn't die of these dishes. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Waylon was a rough guy who never noticed it. So the dishes were always as such.

Charlotte wrinkled her slender eyebrows. Nelson did not have mortal injuries. But there's an old saying goes, if one's bones and muscles are hurt, he needs one hundred days to treat and recover. He ate these greasy things all day long and took the wrong medicine. No matter how healthy he was, he couldn't stand it. He really didn't cherish his own life...

Charlotte secretly blamed Mr. Clark for his ignorance. She really hated to see the things on the table, and whispered: "Let me cook for you."

Nelson: "Can you cook?"

"Yes." Charlotte said.

She was not Vivian who was a young lady who did not do housework. When she was in the Lopez family, she was no different from a nanny and had to do everything.

Charlotte moved slightly: "Let me go."

Nelson let go, lowered his eyelids, and said lightly: "You don't need to go. Were those servants freeloaders?"

After finishing speaking, he called out: "Waylon, drive out the cook who cooks today, and replace him with someone who cooks southern dishes."

Waylon was completely fogged: "Is the food not to your taste?" Wasn't it good in normal times?

Nelson raised eyes and gave him a gloomy look.

Waylon: "..." Sorry, I should keep my mouth shut.

Charlotte pulled Nelson's sleeve: "Why you drive him out? Just change."

Hearing Charlotte's waxy voice, Waylon realized something--wasn't Ms. Lopez from the south? It was normal to not be used to the food here.

Charlotte took the blame suddenly: "...".

Nelson held supreme authority in the Clark family, and new meals were served quickly.