Small ribs were her absolute favorite; Maxwell Peary had already eaten lunch, so he shouldn't be fighting her for them.
Maxwell Peary's face darkened. He just wanted one small rib; was she really going to be this stingy?
"Only if you let me eat this rib will you get more ribs in the future." Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, his expression full of sly temptation.
Nia Mitchell thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's talk about the future when it comes."
The ribs right in front of her were the most important thing!
Seeing her so dead set on it, Maxwell Peary was utterly speechless. He leaned back against the sofa, a look of helplessness on his face.
"Go on, eat. I won't have any."
So stingy! This is definitely not my precious wife.
Nia Mitchell was happily devouring the ribs, her little mouth still not too busy to try and engage Maxwell Peary in conversation.
"Uncle Peary, where did you buy these ribs? They're so delicious!"
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