Erica had never washed dishes before.

After a while, she looked around the kitchen counter and the dining room to find the place squeaky-clean. She didn't realize that there were no servants there. Although she had been eating food cooked by different chefs, she had never seen anyone cleaning the villa before.

But if Matthew wasn't doing the cleaning, then who on earth was keeping this place so clean?

Before long, Erica had cleaned up the rest of the seafood noodles in her bowl, slurping the soup like some kind of vacuum cleaner. The only thing she left behind was three or four pieces of ham. Then, showing no signs of embarrassment she wiped her mouth and belched Loudly.

“I'm so full I don't think I can eat another bite. There is some ham left. Why don't you finish it?" ‘Would he mind? Maybe not, ' she thought. They had kissed, after all. Why would he have a problem eating her leftovers?

Sitting in the living room, Matthew closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and waved his hand dismissively.

“Throw it away

Erica, however, wouldn't let it go. She brought the ham to the living room while he was scrolling through his cell phone. When he noticed the girl approaching him with a bowl, he felt a pang of apprehension.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She giggled, forking a piece of cantaloupe and brought it to his Lips.

“Matthew, this is the result of your hard work. It would be a shame to throw it away."

“I don't care!

“But my father said it's shameful to waste food! Very shameful! He hates wasting food the most. He will be unhappy if he knows that you are wasting food like this! If he is angry enough to drag you to run ten kilometers with five kilograms of weight on your back, I'm afraid that your soft skin..."

Matthew Looked at her incredulously, feeling as though he had married a complete weirdo.

"First of all, you're the one who didn't finish the food. You are the one who's wasting food. Secondly, if I have to run ten kilometers with weights tomorrow, you're coming with me!"

‘What? Has he lost his mind? He doesn't seem afraid of dad's punishment.' Having realized that her plan had backfired, she resorted to making threats.

"If you don't finish this, I'm going to call my father and tell him that you're wasting food! Will you eat it or not?"

After a short pause, he said, "I can eat it if you want."

Her eyes Lit up.

“Really?”

“Well, come here!"

She walked forward and sat beside him.

"Okay, I'm here. What next?"

He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "Feed it to me."

“No problem!" She had just fed him a date and a cherry, what did she have to lose by feeding him cantaloupe? Absolutely nothing!