Chapter 77

I didn't know why Tom asked about Joseph's name, but I didn't bother to ask. Soon, the car stopped in front of Jazz Junction. "You've lost a lot of weight recently; you need to take better care of yourself," Tom said as he opened the car door and stepped out. "This place makes great steak and potato soup. You should try them." My mouth started watering when I heard Tom mention those two dishes. Perhaps it was because of my pregnancy, but I had been craving meat lately—almost to the point where I couldn't go a day without it. However, I didn't cook much myself, and the food I made never tasted good. I was also worried that takeout food wouldn't be the healthiest. I felt lucky to be with Tom as I was about to enjoy a nice meal. Jazz Junction was a classical and elegant building with a large structure. It was narrow at the bottom and wider at the top, giving off a majestic and grand vibe. The restaurant's manager immediately approached us when Tom and I entered. "Mr. White, the pri