Chapter 722 Competing for Favor
"Grandpa, you finally made it!" Lola jumped up from her seat and grabbed David's hand. "I wanted to chat last night, but Abella said you were hitting the sack early."
"Yeah, I was beat," David said with a grin.
But Lola was thinking, 'If you were so tired, why'd you keep Abella in your room? Clearly, you wanted some one-on-one time with her.'
"Grandpa, you have no idea how much I missed you while you were out cold." Lola pulled out a chair for him, helped him sit down, and then plopped down next to him, still holding his hand. "The semester's finally over, so I got time to visit. And Aunt Bonnie's back safe too. It's awesome seeing you both!"
Just then, a servant brought breakfast, and Lola jumped up to help serve it to David.
"Grandpa, here's your fave toast." The plate was hot, and after setting it down, Lola quickly pinched her earlobe.
"Did you burn yourself?" David asked, concerned.
"Nah, I'm good," Lola smiled as she served the other dishes and set the table. "Grandpa, dig in while it's hot!"
David chuckled. "Lola, you're such a sweetheart."
Another servant brought breakfast for Bonnie—hot oatmeal. When Lola tried to serve it, the bowl was so hot she let go when it was still a good twenty inches from the table.
Caleb instantly pulled Bonnie into his arms and turned to shield her.
The hot oatmeal splashed onto Caleb's clothes and spilled all over the table.
Lola quickly pulled her hand back, freaked out. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Caleb, Aunt Bonnie, are you okay?"
She just wanted to help but ended up making a mess.
Seeing Bonnie was fine, Caleb gently said, "It's okay."
Bonnie noticed his clothes were dirty and pulled out a napkin to wipe them. Luckily, it was cold, and the clothes were thick, so he wasn't burned.
"I'm really sorry, it's all my fault," Lola said, feeling super guilty.
"It's alright, I know you didn't mean it. Let's just eat," Caleb said, asking the servants to bring another serving.
Two other servants quickly cleaned up the mess.
At that moment, Abella walked in.
Everyone greeted her with smiles.
Lola felt a bit uneasy.
Despite her discomfort, Lola still smiled and greeted Abella.
A servant respectfully approached, "Ms. Abella Medici, we have hot oatmeal, toast, hash browns, waffles, bacon, sausage, sandwiches, and fried eggs for breakfast. What would you like?"
"Bring a little of everything for Abella," David said warmly, "She doesn't visit often, so let's bring out all the good stuff! Abella, if you don't like something, just let me know, and I won't have them make it again."
"I'm not picky." Abella smiled. "If there's too much, I won't be able to finish it."
"You ate more fried chicken than I did last night. With that appetite, I'm sure you can handle it. No biggie!"
Abella smiled and asked, "Grandpa, are you saying I eat a lot?"
"No, you just have a good appetite. Seeing you enjoy your food makes me happy too," David said with a smile, "Let's have a late-night snack again tonight."
Lola overheard this and felt even more uncomfortable. 'Grandpa had a late-night snack with Abella last night? Why doesn't he invite me? So unfair!'
"Grandpa, your health just recovered. Can you eat fried chicken?" Lola asked, trying to sound concerned.
"Of course! Abella's here, and if she says it's okay, then it's okay," David said with a smile, eagerly placing food in front of Abella as the servants brought it out.
Bonnie handed Abella the hot oatmeal. "Try this, it's nutritious and healthy."
"The waffles are good too," Caleb chimed in.
"I think the fried eggs are the best! Try one, just one bite."
Seeing everyone fussing over Abella, Lola felt even more uncomfortable and couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, are the fried eggs good? Can I try one too?"
The chef had only made three, and David had already eaten two with his toast.
"There's only one left," David said, already placing the fried egg on Abella's plate. He turned to a nearby servant, "Are there any more?"
"The chef only made three because Mr. Caleb Harris and Mrs. Harris have different breakfasts every day. They had fried eggs yesterday, so none were reserved for them today. I remember Ms. Lola Medici didn't like them much either."
So the chef only made three.
"That was a long time ago," Lola said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I'll try the waffles Uncle Caleb mentioned."
Caleb had already placed the waffles on Abella's plate and asked in surprise, "Lola, didn't you say you didn't like waffles?"
"It's been so long that I forgot what they taste like. I just want to try them. It's okay, give them all to Abella. I'll eat something else." Lola's words made the three elders present sense her feelings. She seemed a bit upset.
Bonnie, always elegant and commanding, exuded an aura of sophistication and maturity.
"If Lola wants to eat, the chef can make more. There's no need to fuss over it," Bonnie said, looking at Abella. "You eat first, and the chef will make more for Lola later."
"No need." Lola forced a smile. "This is enough for me."
The nearby servant was a bit unsure. Should they tell the chef to make more or not?
Lola seemed upset, but they couldn't take the food from Abella's plate and give it to her, could they? Even if they did, Lola wouldn't eat it.
"It was my oversight not to have the chef prepare more," Bonnie said, "If you think this is enough, then tomorrow we'll have the chef make more of what you like. You can also tell the chef in advance what you want to eat."
"Thank you, Aunt Bonnie." Lola suddenly stuck out her tongue and showed a playful smile. "No need to be so tense. I'm not picky. As long as I can eat with you all, I'm satisfied. It's just a piece of waffle; I wouldn't really fight Abella for it."
Bonnie could see she was being insincere, but Caleb and David, not as perceptive, thought Lola was just being playful and trying to tease them.
"Lola, I thought you were so petty that you'd fight Abella over a piece of waffle. When did you become so mischievous? Eat while it's hot." David laughed. "I just recovered, and my heart almost couldn't take it."
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