"Filo?" Brand seemed to have heard the name from somewhere, but now he didn't care about it.

"I want to complain, I want to complain about your service!"

"The waiter promised me that the oriental bread would be warmed up in a few minutes, but it's been 20 minutes now......"

Brand seemed to want to vent all his anger.

"Sir, is this the oriental bread you are talking about?" the old man named Fei Le waved his hand, and immediately a bodyguard uncovered the plate he was holding.

Brand looked at the plate, it was the oriental bread that Suray had delivered, and there was still a small piece of it left.

Brand only felt a burst of anger rush to his head, the supplier bullied him, even if he ate a meal, the only bread was taken away.

Brand felt that this day was the darkest moment of his life.

"Why do you even want to grab my oriental bread!"

Brand yelled hysterically, "I'm going to have nothing!"

"It's my only lunch, how can you do that!"

Brand's saliva almost squirted in the restaurant manager's face.

Fei Le stood in the crowd with a tangled expression, he was a little skeptical that the person in front of him could have such a magical thing.

Fei Le originally accompanied his family to dinner in the banquet hall on the upper floor, although the wine and food in front of him were slowly set up on the table, and there was melodious music around him. But the whole banquet lost a trace of vitality.

The family members attending the banquet were all taking small bites of the food in front of them, and the movements of the knives and forks were extremely gentle.

The reason lies in the protagonist of today's banquet, Rupert Jr.

Today is his birthday party.

Rupert Jr. is the youngest grandson of Phile, who is 3 years old this year, and is lying weakly in a stroller when he should be at the age when the child is alive and kicking.

"Little Rupert, do you want to eat this?" Philip glanced lovingly at little Rupert, his face full of pampering.

File pointed to a plate of delicate children's cakes.

"Don't eat. Rupert Jr. replied weakly.

"But camel milk from the desert is very nutritious for people. ”

"I can't drink it. ”

"Eat, I'm not hungry. Rupert Jr. said.

File asked a dozen more questions about food in succession, and little Rupert seemed to have used up his strength to speak, and his big eyes gradually closed.

Fei Le waved his hand, and immediately a waiter brought them down.

With his thumb and forefinger pinching his aching brow, File felt distraught, and his years at the helm of the business made his children sitting next to him feel a sense of oppression from the imminent eruption of a volcano.

His youngest grandson, Rupert, was gifted and intelligent, and died of his mother's childbirth, and the whole family took care of him in the palm of his hand, but he suffered from anorexia half a year ago, and his lively figure in the past no longer jumped, and his loud voice weakened.

Knowing that his illness made everyone in the family unhappy, Rupert Jr. often endured to eat a little liquid food, which was distressing.

Fei blamed herself very much in her heart, if she hadn't taken Rupert out half a year ago, Rupert Jr. wouldn't have become what he is now.

If he had been able to spot the attacker and have his bodyguards subdue him, Rupert Jr. might not have been injured.

Nothing in the world that has happened can be ...... If......

Although he sank the damned assailant to the bottom of the sea, Rupert Jr. developed anorexia after healing from his injuries.

The white and fat little grandson is getting thinner and thinner, and Fei Le uses resources to find experts all over the United States.

Millions of dollars in medical expenses were invested, and Rupert Jr.'s illness still did not improve.

Looking at the painful little body of little Rupert who was tortured by various drugs all day long, File angrily abolished all expert treatment plans.

It's not that he cares about the millions of dollars, with his worth, he can come up with tens of millions of dollars, but this still can't buy Rupert Jr.'s health.

How ironic that a group of top experts in the medical field, with hundreds of millions of dollars in scientific research funding every year, cannot cure a child's disease.

The investment of money has lost its meaning.

Today is little Rupert's birthday, File brought little Rupert out, little Rupert is still young, he loves to observe the world, and when he sees people of all shapes, he will laugh happily, and being able to come out to play is his happiest time.

Thinking of this, Fei Le's heart ached, and he put away the golden idea that money can solve anything, and little Rupert's illness hit him too hard, and nothing made him so powerless.

With a melancholy in his heart, no matter how good the food in front of him is, Fei Le is difficult to swallow, looking at the mechanical eating movements of the surrounding family members, Fei Le sighed slightly in his heart.

Maybe you need to control your emotions.

At this time, a male waiter walked in with a food cart with dozens of plates covered with metal lids.

The waiters began to sit in order, and although they didn't lift the lid, File could already smell the scent coming from inside, which was the hotel's signature dessert, brownies.

Brownies that have just come out of the oven have a sweet, milky flavor mixed with a hint of sweetness.

File has always loved this dessert at this hotel, so I came up today, hoping to whet little Rupert's appetite.

"Little Rupert, this is a dessert that grandpa likes very much, can you eat a little?"

With an inquiry, Filer cut off a small piece of the brownie and put it to Rupert Jr.

Looking at File's expectant eyes, little Rupert opened his mouth and ate it, although a feeling of nausea gushed out of his body as soon as he entered his mouth, little Rupert still swallowed the nausea.

With a smile on her face, File turned her head to eat her share.

After the male waiter had handed out everyone's desserts, there was a plate with a metal lid on the truck, one size smaller than the previous one.

The waiter walked past Fila with a food cart, ready to leave.

The moment he passed by File, little Rupert, who was depressed in the stroller, slowly opened his eyes.

The little nose twitched, and there was a look of longing in his eyes.

"Grandpa, eat...... Eat...... I want to eat ......."

The call sounded like thunder in Phila's ears, and the hand that was cutting the brownie slipped and knocked the plate to the ground.

Smack-

The plate fell to the ground and fell apart, unbeknownst to File.

A pair of eyes widened, the blood in Fei Le's whole body was about to boil, and his breathing became heavier, Fei Le turned his head sharply and asked in disbelief, "Little Rupert, ...... you What did you just say?"

Philip was almost mad with joy, and the call was like a soft chant from the mouth of an angel, like a hymn of praise, more exciting than the first $100 million he had earned decades earlier.

"I want to eat ......," Rupert Jr. struggled to prop up, his small fingers pointing at the waiter who was about to walk to the door.

"Stop the waiter!"

Fei Le roared, and the bodyguards at the door immediately surrounded the male waiter, lifted the hem of the suit, and put his hand on his waist.

"Invite him over. ”

Fei Le waved his hand to disperse the bodyguards who seemed to be on the verge of a great enemy, and looked at the frightened waiter.

"Eat...... , that plate. Little Rupert looked very excited, and waved his little hands.

"Can you show me what's inside?" Fei Le said in a tone that was not questionable.

"It's not something you ordered. The waiter said politely.

"Please open it!" Fei Le's tone became serious, and the bodyguard standing behind the waiter stepped forward.

The waiter was helpless and brought the metal plate to the table, and the rest of the family also stretched their necks, their eyes wide to see what could make the old man so gaffe.

Fei Le thought that the waiter was too slow, so he pushed the waiter away and lifted the metal lid!

The family members were very surprised, the old man's personality was very calm, he was not so excited when he was pointed at the head with a gun, what was in that plate?

The metal lid was casually tossed aside by Fei Le, who was more concerned about what was under the lid.

As the metal lid was lifted, a breath of clarity emanated, and the items underneath finally revealed their true faces.

A white and chubby bun and a plate of shredded olives topped with hoisin sauce.

What is this?