Love Diary

Chapter 25 Outdoor Barbecue Party (Part Two)

The fourteen people were divided into two groups. One group went to the stream to pick up fish, and

the other group set up a grill by the side of the stream. When the fire was ready, the people who picked

up the fish had already cleaned up the fish's internal organs and put them into a trash bag.

After the fish was finished, everyone began to roast the fish. Thus, the question came:

They can't roast fish!

Everyone looked at each other, feeling like weeping but had no tears.

"Let me do it." The simple and emotionless words of John were like the sounds of nature in the eyes of

everyone.

"John, do you know how to roast fish? !" Everyone's surprise was true, which meant that before this, no

one knew that John had this "special skill".

John nodded and put the fish on the grill one by one.

While waiting for the fish to be cooked, the others chatted from all directions, and time passed quickly.

The expression on John's face was still cold, but he didn't stop what he was doing: to remove the smell,

add spices, and turn the fish body to heat it evenly. Every step would be neat and efficient only when

he was experienced.

Soon, the fish was cooked. Vincent tore off a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Immediately, his

mouth was full of fragrance.

"I didn't expect that John would do this. John, you really hide yourself well." He greeted them, "Come

on, everyone. Don't be so polite. Just eat whatever you want. "

Lydia teased him with a smile, "Vincent, you didn't catch the fish or roast it. Why are you the master

now?"

Vincent also smiled, "it's up to you."

The crowd burst into laughter. While eating the fish, Clare looked up at the sky above her through the Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

leaves. White clouds were blossoming on the sapphire blue sky, making people feel comfortable and

beautiful.

She lowered her head and smiled gently. It seemed to be a good decision to come to S City.

At half past nine in the evening. In the study of Yang family.

Sitting on the chair, Carl stared at the computer and kept typing on the keyboard. Sitting opposite him,

John looked through the relevant documents of the meeting. Occasionally, he took up a pen and

marked the key points on a piece of paper with two "brush". Then she took it out and handed it to Carl,

who wore a faint smile that was rarely seen in front of outsiders.

When it was ten o'clock, Carl finally stopped what he was doing. He rubbed between his eyebrows to

relax himself.

John stood up, poured him a glass of water and said, "drink some water."

"Thank you." Carl took the water and took a sip. He looked up at John and said seriously, "thank you."

"You're welcome." John also looked at him with undisguised concern in her eyes, "Don't bear it alone.

There are a lot of things that I and Brain can help you share."

"I know." Carl smiled, "so I brought you here to help today, didn't I?" He looked at the clock on the wall

and said, "It's so late. Don't go back today. I'll ask someone to prepare a guest room for you."

It often happened that they stayed at each other's house too late in the past, so John nodded naturally

and said, "okay."

It was already half past ten when he came out of the bathroom. Carl wiped his wet hair with a towel and

walked to the long table in front of the French window to pick up a stack of things on it.

He looked at the stack of things, and the movement of his hand with a towel gradually slowed down, as

if he was thinking about something. About a minute later, he turned around and walked out of the room

with that stack of things.

The light in the guest room was still on, which meant that John was still awake. He raised his hand and

knocked on the door.

John quickly came to open the door. When John saw him, John didn't show any surprise. John just

said, "why don't you go to bed so late?"

"I have something to discuss with you." As he spoke, he handed over the thing in his hand. "Have a

look at this first."

Waiting for John to finish the last page and close the pile of materials, Carl asked, "what do you think?"

"It is good." John gave a fair assessment, "The theme is very clear, the wording is simple, and the logic

is very clear. But this report is not your style... "

Carl took the towel off his shoulder and wiped his head two times, "it's made by Clare."

John was confused and asked, "Then why did you show me this report?"

"I think she is capable." He casually put the towel on the back of the chair behind him, looked at John

and said seriously, "John, I hope the student union can really recognize her." Although Clare was

elected as the vice president of the student union by the election of the whole school, she was a

newcomer who had just been transferred to the school. In addition, her appearance was too

outstanding. Up to now, many people in the student union hadn't really convinced her. Many people

thought that the reason why she was chosen as the vice president of the student union was because of

her appearance and hot topic.

John looked at the report in his hand thoughtfully, "you mean..."

Without hesitation, Carl said straightforwardly, "I hope you can give her a hint of affirmation at the next

meeting of the student union." As the director of the sports department, John had been working in the

student union since last semester, which could be regarded as a senior member of the student union.

What he said must have some influence in the student union.

As John didn't like trouble, he didn't want to pay much attention to this kind of thing in usual, but this

request was made by Carl. Besides, he had a good impression of Clare, so this time, he made an

exception and nodded, "Okay." However, he was a little confused. "Carl, if you want to confirm Clare's

ability, what you said must be more influential than me. Why ?" Why don't you talk about it by yourself?

"I can't say." Carl said meaningfully, "If I say these words, I might hurt her."

John looked at him strangely, "Why?"

Carl hesitated for a moment and said three words, "Fiona."

John thought for a while and soon understood. He had more or less heard about the fact that Fiona

admired Carl. Fiona was incompatible with Clare now. If Carl showed his appreciation for Clare again,

Fiona would be more hostile to Clare; and the trouble for Clare would probably be more.

"Carl," John suddenly became a little curious, "About Clare, you seem to be a little ..." He paused, as if

he was thinking about a proper word You care too much about her. "

Carl was stunned. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I'm just treasure her talent."