Chapter 1642 A joke.

Edith Hall's right hand was injured, and she just couldn't pick up any food with her left hand. "What do you want to eat?" Said Carl Cook who leaned over and whispered. Edith moved aside a little, frowning, "whatever." How could this man not know what Edith liked to eat? He was just trying to talk to Edith. As expected, Edith treated him as cold as ever. He wasn't mad though. Instead, he not only picked some food that Edith liked but also took the seasonings away. One of their friends joked,...