CHAPTER 56 CHAPTER 56 BROTHER JIANG, YOU CAN'T BE PICKY WITH FOOD

His gaze shifted slightly, falling on the pair of bunny-ear slippers being carried.

This outfit, no matter how you look at it, is a girl's dress.

"You..."

Following his gaze, Bella also noticed her attire and almost choked, sweat instantly broke out on her forehead, and her heart started pounding like a drum.

"Yesterday, I was in too much of a hurry and accidentally wore my sister's clothes out," Bella explained with a serious face.

Mason Bennett: ".." Could this lie get any more ridiculous?

"Do you like this kind of clothes?" Mason asked.

"Ah?"

Bella was taken aback, somewhat unresponsive, and then, confused, nodded.

Mason's face fell upon hearing this, his expression stern and serious: "Nonsense!"

Bella was directly stunned by the shout.

"A boy dressing like this, what are you thinking!"

Although Mason also thought Bella looked good dressed like this, the clothes were too feminine.

This little thing already looks like a pale chicken, wearing this outfit, where is the masculinity?

Bella touched her nose, feeling somewhat guilty, couldn't exactly refute by saying she's a girl, right? Her plan hadn't succeeded yet, how could she expose her gender so quickly?

"Actually, wearing something with color is quite nice, but the slippers are really wrong, these are my sister's," Bella continued with a serious face, making things up.

Although her clothes were quite feminine in color, luckily they were plain without decorations, looking like they could be for both genders.

Mason glanced at her, not pursuing the issue further.

The two went downstairs, finding the old lady sitting on the sofa, chatting with Elliot Morris about something.

Seeing them come down, the old lady quickly got up and walked over, looking Mason up and down, seeing him unharmed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mason, you really scared grandma," the old lady Bennett still had a lingering fear.

"Sorry for worrying you, grandma."

"Alright, alright, as long as you're okay. Come and have breakfast to settle the stomach. Grandma had them make some porridge."

Bella looked at the Bennett Family's breakfast, her eyes widened involuntarily, and she clicked her tongue slightly.

From Chinese to Western cuisine, toast and ham to porridge and small dishes, shrimp dumplings and steamed buns, filled the long table.

Elliot Morris hadn't taken a seat, so, for just the three of them, they made so much food? She remembered the Bennett Family didn't advocate lavish waste.

"Mason, take a look and see if there's anything that suits your taste. You need to cat something, if you don't like it, you shouldn't force yourself. Grandma will have them make something else for you."

Bella: "..." Even ancient emperors didn't dine this extravagantly, right?

But thinking about how Mason Bennett's stomach problem flared up last night, she was somewhat speechless and picked up a shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Mason... Uh, brother, you're so grown up, you can't be picky with food," Bella said, cheeks puffed, her words muffled.

Hearing this, the old lady seemed a bit helpless; she hoped that Mason was only picky with food...

Mason did not say anything, his eyes deep, unsure what he was thinking, his gaze following Bella's chopsticks.

This little thing has quite the appetite; she almost picked up every dish on the table.

But the dish she picked most was the plate of crystal-clear shrimp dumplings. Hmm, seems like it tastes pretty good...

Mason picked up his chopsticks and one step ahead of Bella, picked up the last shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth.