Chapter 337

Summer took some spaghetti aglio e olio in front of him and ate it, chewing it with delight. "It tastes really good. You're definitely going to regret it if you don't try it."

James was still hesitant. Summer knew why he was acting that way.

Rich people like him usually eat specially crafted food. Their dishes were made with repeatedly cleaned ingredients to ensure hygiene.

James didn't eat the spaghetti, probably because he was worried it wasn't clean and would be bad for him.

"Don't worry, eating spaghetti won't kill you. I used to eat here for so many years, and nothing ever happened to me," Summer said as she stuffed the spaghetti into his mouth.

He was unexpectedly compliant as he opened his mouth when Summer fed him.

A hint of surprise showed up on his cold face after a few bites. He narrowed his eyes a little, looking like he had formed a special liking for the spaghetti aglio e olio. "It's really good."

"Of course. I recommended it after all. You've never eaten spaghet