Evelyn Peary had decided that her future sister-in-law would never have to pay for meals at her Madgar Pavilion!
Evelyn Peary gave a hearty order to the Store Manager, then continued to busy herself with the business. However, before leaving, she informed everyone that no unauthorized personnel were allowed into Maxwell Peary's private booth.
After Nia Mitchell finished three large pieces of sweet cake, drank a large pot of red jujube tea, and fell asleep on the sofa in the private booth, Maxwell Peary finally arrived, rather late.
Upon seeing his young wife curled up asleep on the sofa, covered with a thin, white, fluffy blanket, Maxwell Peary entered the room gently.
"Did she have dinner already?"
He glanced at his watch. It was already half past ten in the evening.
"She only had some desserts; she hasn't had her main meal yet."
Evelyn Peary had been urgently called home at nine o'clock, so the Store Manager had been looking after Nia.
"She hasn't had dinner?"
