The little girl didn't want to answer his question. She was taught to be quiet at the table.
"Uncle Decker, Grandma says that we shouldn't talk while eating. But since you asked, I'll tell you this one Last time. My daddy doesn't like meat either. Mommy eats all the meat."
Decker looked at Debbie and she glared back at him.
She took a bite of the drumstick and swallowed it down before ridiculing her brother, "Can't you just be quiet and eat your food?"
He nodded helplessly.
"Okay, my bad. I'm sorry, Queen Debbie and
Princess Evelyn."
Shortly after that, Carlos arrived at the apartment. When he opened the door and came in, he saw that they hadn't finished their dinner yet. As he changed into a pair of slippers, he said, "I'm hungry."
Debbie sighed.
"I've spared some food for you and there's some congee left in the pot. I'll heat the potato pies." She put down her chopsticks to help him get the congee.
Carlos quickly pecked a kiss on his daughter's cheek and then made
Debbie sit back in her seat.
"I'll do it myself."
She didn't insist and continued to eat her food.
"Did you finish your work?" she asked as he was about to go and wash his hands.
"No. An ungrateful guy is bullying my wife and daughter. I had to come and help,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"I didn't
Decker protested, "How am I ungrateful? What did I do wrong? bully them at all,' he sulked.
Before entering the bathroom, Carlos turned around and cast him a glare.
"Did I say that it was you? You just admitted it yourself."
Decker couldn't find a word to protest.
He had dealt with all kinds of people, including gangsters, in the past. He was good at winning arguments, but he realized that he was always being outsmarted by Carlos.