Rachel raised her chopsticks at eye level to take a closer look on her braised beef lathered in sauce. She must've wanted to appreciate the food better. There was also a bowl of pork ribs and carrot soup on the side, both dishes smelled appetizing. She could almost taste its flavors just by looking at it.
Rachel stopped eating for a moment and stared at Jack. He could tell there was something on her mind. Jack put his chopsticks down and smiled at Rachel. "What is it?" he said.
"Doesn't the food excite you?" she said, tilting her head to the side. There was a grain of rice at the side of her lip that she hadn't noticed.
"I'm not that picky when it comes to food. As long as the food is good and sanitary, I'll eat it without complaints," said Jack. He tried to stifle a grin as he saw the grain of rice on Rachel's face.
Now that Rachel thought about it, Jack had never once complained about food. He wasn't really particular about the ambiance too.
"This place is good for me. I like it here," he added. Jack took his chopsticks and started eating. He took a few bites of the braised beef and pork ribs, and almost fell in love with the food. Even though the ingredients and meat were not as fresh as the ones used in high-class restaurants, the food here tasted even better.
This restaurant was famous for its traditional cooking, and the divine taste of its food. They didn't need to use top-tier ingredients to make their food taste great.
MK Group had been preparing to open a new hotel. Jack and his associates had been searching for a place that served traditional delicacies. Choosing this place was a lucky coincidence for Jack. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.
The restaurant was starting to g
p and go home.
She knew that she had said something wrong, but should he really be this angry over this?
After a while, she heard the sound of the engine from behind. She turned back and saw that Jack's car turned around and rushed away. The roar of the engine seemed to carry his anger.
Rachel wondered what she had said to have triggered this anger. Surely she didn't say anything that offensive to have angered him to the point of indifference.
"Damn it!" Jack was about to scream his head off.
He felt his blood rising to his head. He could feel the heat coming out of his ears. "How could she be so insensitive? She must be the most unromantic person I've ever met!"
It was so rare for him to be that considerate,
but she totally got him wrong. If he was truly ashamed of being seen together with Rachel, why would he invite her to dinner in the first place?
Midway into Jack's tantrums, his phone rang. It was Michael. "What do you want, Michael?" he answered.
Michael was stunned when he heard Jack's angry tone. He wondered if he had done something to make Jack angry.
"What's up, man? Did something happen?" Michael tried to sound as friendly as he could. All he could hear was the sound of Jack's breathing, and he could tell that Jack was fuming. "Did you have a rough night, buddy?"
"No," Jack replied in a flat tone.
Michael didn't believe what he said at all.
After a few seconds of silence between the two, Michael continued talking. "So, let's hear it. Who or what could have made the president of the MK Group so mad?"
Jack insisted that it was nothing, but Michael knew otherwise. He was so persistent that Jack eventually gave up and told him everything that happened earlier this night.