Savage Love On His Wheelchair
710 I don't mind if the old cow eats the young grass

"Mr. Grant, do you need help?"

Wilson started a fire there with a rack, saw her coming, saw Rosemary not coming and asked with a nervous face, "Where's Rosemary?"

"Sister is resting in the tent and said she could eat before calling her!"

Hearing that Rosemary was resting inside the tent, Wilson was relieved to continue his business.

Bringing the box over, Mayme looked at Wilson's skillful posture and knew at a glance that he was also a master.

"Mr. Grant, is there something you are hiding from my sister?"

Suddenly Mayme crouched down next to Wilson and whispered.

"No!"

She also thought Wilson would have some unusual expression when he heard her words, but did not expect to be so surprisingly calm, his face could not see any little spot. Is it really your own illusion?

Perhaps it really is one's own overthinking, looking up, just as Uncle Marcy returned from fetching water, Mayme stood up and was ready to go to the side.

"We didn't bring much food in today, you can bake some for Rosemary later, don't let her go hungry!"

"I know!"

Mayme, who had just lifted her feet and was ready to leave, listened to their conversation, and the scene of the fragrant chicken legs flying in front of her instantly appeared in her mind, making her gulp. Turning to Wilson with a smile, he asked, "Mr. Grant, could you please bake a little more?"

"We don't seem to be obligated to take care of you!"

The words fell, Marcy's icy words slowly floated over.

Looking at him, Mayme smiled faintly, "I don't think I asked you!"

"Help yourself if you want to eat!"

Wilson, who was busy, was not at all polite.

Listening to Wilson's words, the corners of Marcy's lips curled up in a wicked way.

After glaring hard at them, Mayme took two chicken wings, two chicken legs and some of her usual favorites from the box, a whole big plate full of them, and grilled them up on the side.

Is it just a barbecue test? It's not like she doesn't know how to do it, she just doesn't want to do it.

I really don't understand why they two big men have to follow along, don't they know this is very boring?

Meat skewers on the barbecue grill emitted a zippy sound, the smell of meat floating in mid-air, the fragrance overflowing, just smell, can feel the delicious.

Marcy looked at her roast, and although it wasn't bad, compared to Mayme's, just the look of it, it was already ugly.

"I can't tell, your grilling skills aren't bad!"

Wilson appreciated Mayme's handiwork as he turned the roast.

Being able to get Wilson's appreciation shows that she is a really good cook.

"That's for sure, I don't have any great ambitions as a person, but I am obsessed with the study of food!" And then there is martial arts, in the words of the brothers is a demented word to describe. If not, I'm afraid that her brothers would have already spilled the net of heaven and earth to find her.

"I heard Rosemary say you're good at it?"

"It's okay, my family is worried that I will be bullied, so they let me learn some self-defense, the face of the encounter with the bad guys themselves a little chance to fight back!"

Wilson is Rosemary's husband, so in Mayme's heart, she has long treated her as her brother-in-law in general.

"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, I really do not know how your parents think, and do not worry that you can not get married in the future?"

Marcy, who was sitting on the side, said coldly.

Seeing the other party's unconvinced tone, Mayme turned the tables and said, "Whether I marry or not is my business, so don't worry about Mr. Williams, you'd better worry about yourself!" "Who are you calling Mr. Williams?"

Even in successful men do not like to be called uncle, Marcy is one, this call instantly pulled away the generation between them.

"Of course I'm talking about you! Look at you, you're in your thirties, and I'm in my prime, so you should be happy to call you Mr. Williams!"

If you move a little faster, perhaps the child is not much smaller than her.

Mayme completely ignored Marcy's black and ink-like face, shaking her head and analyzing.

"Wilson, come try my hand and see how it is?"

Handing Wilson a baked chicken wing, the smile on his little face looked 100% provocative to Marcy.

"Good!"

Taking the chicken wings from him, I just saw Mayme put all those baked ones into a plate.

Suddenly Marcy took a handful of her baked chicken legs and put them in her mouth and ate them.

"Why are you taking mine and eating it, when I baked it?"

Mayme cried out frantically as she watched the fruits of her half-day baking being swallowed by Marcy.

Marcy, who was eating a chicken leg at the same time, said slowly, "Does it need to be so clear when the elder eats the younger one?"

Marcy was actually also angry with Mayme before she suddenly took her things to eat, originally just to ease her mood, but did not expect to make this little girl so angry.

His words instantly made Mayme absent-minded, he even obeyed her words will her army, really shameless.

"Shame on you!"

"Send you!"

Rosemary had just woken up when she heard the two of them arguing outside and came out to see Mayme, whose cheeks were flushed with anger.

"What's going on with you guys?"

"Wake up, come and eat!"

Wilson picked up the skewers and pulled Rosemary to a mat that had been laid out on the side.

"Why are those two arguing again?"

"Probably too full from eating and want to digest!"

Rosemary laughed out loud at Wilson's words. He was too humorous, but were these two really at odds with each other, or else why did they fight when they met? "What's so funny, am I not right?"

Seeing that Rosemary kept laughing, Wilson couldn't help but speak up.

How could you be so good at arguing there if you weren't so full of food.

"It's to your credit that people like you can't find a wife by now, you're an uncle-level man, and no one wants it!"

A little man should have the gentlemanly manners are not, narrow-minded and a woman like, really how to look at how unpleasant.

Marcy suddenly came up to Mayme's front, the corners of her lips hooked up a wicked smile, "It's okay, if you really can't find it, I don't mind the old cow eating the young grass!"

Looking at the man close at hand, Mayme slammed an over-the-shoulder slam, slammed Marcy heavily to the ground, hands on the waist, and said viciously: "Next time you still dare to take advantage of this lady, I'll beat you once!"

With those words, as soon as he turned around, he headed in the direction of Rosemary.

Rosemary, who was holding the chicken leg, was the first time she saw her assistant's tough side. Although she knew she was good at reaching out, she didn't expect her to drop Marcy directly today.