Chapter 722

Peter actually craved the sandwiches too, but he would never admit it. Oliver, however, knew better than to call him out on it. Meanwhile, Grace sat in the car scrolling through her phone, looking for songs to play. Peter couldn't help but complain, "Can't we just have a little chat? Why listen to all this noise?" "It's called ambiance," Grace shot back playfully. "It's called annoying," he retorted. Grace suddenly recalled that people of Peter's generation preferred oldies over modern pop music. While Peter embraced many modern trends, like games and snacks, his taste in music had remained steadfast. She quickly switched to an oldie from his era. "Dad, how about this one?" Hearing the tune, Peter nodded in approval. "Hmm, not bad. Your mom used to love this song." His voice turned nostalgic. "I once spent an entire month's salary to buy her a phonograph. She'd play this song every day at home. When I got back from work, she'd make me dance with her." Grace's eyes sparkled wi