Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: Just Like Raising Pigs Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: Just Like Raising Pigs Is it already noon?

Enna Clark reflexively glanced at the quartz watch hanging on the wall.

Only then did she realize that the hour hand was pointing at 12. Indeed, it was already noon.

She said embarrassingly, “I was so busy just now that I forgot to pay attention to the time. Did you order these?”

“Who else do you think would have ordered them?” the cold man handed her the chopsticks, “Eat.”

Enna Clark incredulously swept her gaze over the homely dishes laid out on the table, hardly believing that he was the one who ordered them.

Baron Lawrence usually preferred Western food almost always eating steaks, salads, and the like, or if not, French cuisine.

This sort of down-to-earth home cooking was rarely seen in his order.

She dizzily took the chopsticks and sat down.

As soon as her butt touched the couch, a cup of water was pushed in front of her, “Honey water, drink it after eating.”

“…” Enna’s heart warmed, and she nodded, “Okay.”

The next second, the pleasant atmosphere was shattered by him.

“Eat more, I don’t like women with sharp chins and gaunt cheeks!”

“…” Where was she sharp-chinned and gaunt-cheeked!

Baron Lawrence demonstrated to her with his actions, just how sharp-chinned and gaunt-cheeked she was in his eyes!

He picked up the wooden box on the coffee table and stuffed most of the stir-fried spare ribs into Enna Clark’s bowl until no more could fit, then put down the box and said, “Spare ribs are nourishing, high in protein, you should eat more.”

“And…” he added a few pieces of pig’s trotters to Enna’s bowl, “This has lots of fat, eating more will help you gain some weight.”

Enna watched as he continued to serve her, hurriedly hugged her own box and hid it behind her back, “Enough, enough, Baron Lawrence, no more, I can’t finish it all.”

“You must finish what I have served you!”

“…”

“Your appetite is too small. Stretch it a bit, it’ll be fine once it’s stretched out.”

“Stretching it out can cause stomach problems.”

The domineering man, as if he didn’t care at all, said plainly, “With Adam Sinclair around, you can’t get a stomach problem. At worst, eat too much and I’ll get you a gastric lavage. Wash it a few times, keep eating, stretch your appetite before you get any stomach problems.”

What kind of logic was this?

To make her eat more, he was willing to let her overstretch her stomach and get a gastric lavage? Wash it until her appetite improved…

Why did she feel that in his eyes, she was just a pig?

It seemed only pigs were force-fed in this way to fatten them up, right?

“I’ll try my best to eat, but I can’t guarantee I can finish it all…” Before she could finish speaking, she noticed the man opposite frown, so she quickly preempted, “Too much gastric lavage can cause stomach problems, too. Appetites have to be nursed slowly, there’s no such thing as stretching it out. I promise I’ll try to eat as much as I can.”

Baron Lawrence stared at her for a few seconds and finally gave in, “You must finish the food I’ve served you, you may not finish the rice, but you have to eat at least more than half of it!”

Enna Clark calculated the amount he specified in her heart, and though she felt it was a bit forced, she still nodded, “I’ll try my best.”

“It’s not about trying, you must finish it!”

He had put up with her eating these things, so she had to eat more.

If it’s like these past few days, consuming only as much as a bird, he would pry open her mouth and feed her!

“I understand…” Enna Clark always felt that since the night he took her on the hot air balloon to see the night view, he had become more and more domineering, more and more… real. Constantly making her forget the fact that he was under temporary hypnosis.