Master Sutton was beside himself, about to be driven mad by his grandson who has no sense of romance.
He almost took matters into his own hands.
"You, take care of Sherman a bit, ask her what she wants to eat or drink. Why are you only focused on eating for yourself? At home, it was the same—either watching news, or talking about work. How are you ever going to find a wife like this?"
Master Sutton scolded him head-on.
"Alright, Grandpa, I can take care of myself, it's no problem."
Eve Sherman said as she picked up a small piece of melon.
"My family is quite independent too. We never tend to anyone while eating. I can manage on my own, please don't blame him."
Seeing Eve Sherman defending Stellan just as she came in, Master Sutton felt much better.
"Since Sherman has said so, I'll let you off the hook today. You, be more mindful!"
Master Sutton said, feeling somewhat tired, glanced at the time—it was almost ten o'clock.
"What's the plan for your accommodation tonight?"
