Chapter 97. He Didn’t Come Back Home

While Chuck looked around the house with his hands in his pockets, Victory pointed at a small basket that had been set aside and said, “My pickled sour radishes are ready, and I remember that you love that kind of sour and spicy food, so I brought something for you to have a taste.”

“You are so nice to me, thank you so much!” Scarlett smiled. “In fact, I have not eaten these in a long time, and I missed them so much!”

Chuck rested on the couch and said, “Yup, we know you’re a foodie. That’s why we decided to bring them over for ya.”

Scarlett pushed the tea to him and smiled at him, “Thanks, buddy.”

“How will you thank me?” Chuck asked.

“How do you want me to thank you?”

“I learned that you are a good cook. How about you make me dinner one of these days?” Chuck smiled.

Victory glared at him. “Chuck, what’s wrong with you? Did you just demand that a pregnant woman slave away making dinner for you? You’re ridiculous.”

“Chill, it’