Chapter 220

"Did you buy the cakes from the wet market?" With the quilt over my mouth, I peeked at the box in Carroll's hand. Carroll waved his hand. "You said yesterday that you liked the cakes, so I bought them. It seems you don't have the appetite now." "I have! I have!" Instantly, I got up from the bed. "I love them. George gave me half of a cake when I was little. I still remember its taste." "The small animals share something in common. Food is their weakness." Before pulling me out of the quilt, Carroll stuffed one flower cake into my mouth. "Eat." There was a bitter taste in my mouth because of the wine last night. However, it was soon replaced by the sweet taste of flower cake. Beaming, I chewed the cake carefully. "I feel so happy because I can eat what I have longed for." "Get up. You had better eat something after getting drunk." Carroll tapped my forehead. The pain made me rub my forehead, and I muttered, "I know, I know. I'll get up now." Carroll's phone rang. After ruffling my hair