In a western restaurant near the school, Kara ordered some specialties.
"It's your treat. And you only treat me to this?"
James’ face was void of emotion as the waiter served him the spaghetti with beef.
Kara couldn't wait to pick up the knife and fork, have a bite, and squint with joy.
If it wasn't for Uncle James, she wouldn't have dared to come to such a luxurious restaurant.
James was amused by her look. He picked up a napkin to wipe the ketchup on her lips. He was so gentle that they caught many people's attention.
Kara blushed with shyness and avoided his hand.
"Uncle James, don't treat me as a child. I can do it myself."
"But you're a child. You're not an adult yet."
"..."
She could find no way to retort.
He tasted the spaghetti and beef. They actually had little flavor.
