Slave Of Alpha Brian
Elias held two plates in his hand; he stood in front of the menu board for a whole day and still didn't know what to choose.
'So he's a picky eater just like Brian.' I told Oralie, and she agreed.
I got up from my seat, went to the food counter, and took the two forks from Elias's hand. "You don't know what to choose, do you, Sir?"
Elias shyly scratched her head. "Normally, every meal is brought by someone, and I never had to think about this."
"Let me help you." I smiled and then picked up the food fold; looking at the overview, I chose two pieces of beef and a cup of chicken soup. "Is this okay?"
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