My parents sat on the sofa and looked at each other in confusion.
I was speechless for the dumbass and even wanted to beat him up.
My father spoke first.
"Well, you don't have to pretend. We have learned about you on the Internet. We want to ask you what you like about Rose."
He cleaned his throat and made a fool of himself.
"I like her inner beauty."
Hearing his answer, I almost spit water on his face.
What nonsense was he talking about? I didn't speak to him but only had eye contact throughout high school.
To be honest, I didn’t know why he liked me.
My parents insisted on keeping him for dinner.
He behaved quite well during the dinner. He even insisted that he was full after eating a little and put down the fork to sit quietly.
He looked at my parents with a fake smile on his face and my parents couldn't even eat when he was staring at them like that.
I had no choice but to give up my favourite dish, put down my fork, and pull him to the sofa.
On the way home, he wailed in the car.
“I'm hungry. I'm so hungry. Braised pork and roast pigeon, come back to me please.”
I couldn't even roll down the window, because I was afraid people would think he was mad if they heard him.