Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

My uneasiness didn't dampen the scene's excitement.

The barbecue expert Colin mentioned held a handful of skewers. He walked briskly over to the long table, placed them on a large tray covered with a greaseproof bag, and shouted, "Mr. White, here are the skewers! Enjoy them while they're hot!"

He then commanded a waiter, "Hey, stop talking! Serve the wine!"

He looked quite professional.

Colin came over and took my hand. His warm hand successfully suppressed my uneasiness.

He led me over to the table and handed me the skewers. I was ecstatic after I took a bite because of the deliciousness of the onion and coriander mixed with the spicy sauce.

My teenage years were some of my happiest times. I felt the four years that involved Colin were the best in my early years. In the years to come, I was thrilled whenever I thought about it.

I didn't want to think too much and didn't care what was missing anymore.

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In my life, my parents were long-lived and in good health. I also had Colin, who loved me for a lifetime.

That was enough. I wasn't concerned with other things.

The soup in the pot was ready. The North was especially well-known for this dish. It was dubbed "stew soup due to the cooking technique and equipment utilized. As for the raw materials for stewing, there was a wide range of options to choose from.

In the northern winters, particularly on snowy nights, friends or colleagues would gather and drink liquor. It enhanced the simplicity and natural flavor of the stew soup that had a variety of ingredients. Everyone was eating crunchy garlic cloves, having fun, and sweating a lot. We spent a warm and relaxing night.

Stew soup was important in the northern food culture. The locals deeply loved it.

Pork ribs and chicken were combined with potatoes and vegetables in one of the two big pots. The potatoes were stewed soft that they melted in my mouth, and the vegetables appeared homegrown by northerners Even after the stewing process, it still maintained its unique green color and taste.

The other pot was stewed with miscellaneous fish. As I looked at the plump fish, I realized I had never seen Jinovy's grocers selling fish with northern characteristics. I wondered how the chef got them.

Eggs, pasta, and cabbage were also in the pot. When I opened it, the fragrant aroma piqued my appetite. My stomach yearned to seize and savor the delicious food.

I looked at the big steaming bowls brought to the table and gulped.

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When no one was looking, I stole small piece of ribs and shoved it into my mouth. It was scorching, but it tasted good. I couldn't bear to spit it out I breathed quickly through my mouth to quickly cool the ribs.

Colin smiled indulgently and carefully wiped away the oil on my lips with a

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my tissue. "Eat slower.

"It's delicious. Try it." Without caring about how I looked, I snatched up another piece of ribs with my bare hand and gave it to him.

Colin was different from me. I'd always been unruly and didn't care if people laughed because Colin doted on me. He was always by my side.

However, as a lecturer, Colin was limited in what he could do. He had to maintain his image, or he couldn't establish his authority in front of his students.