No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1901 Hayes Edwards Extra (58)

The trees on the shore almost grew at a ninety-degree angle into the soil. The branches were lush, touching the water, casting large shadows.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the surrounding birds and flowers made it exceptionally peaceful and beautiful.

The teachers organized the queue, and Grace Winter and Helena stood at the end of the line.

Helena reached out and touched Grace Winter’s hat, curiously saying, "Grace, it seems there’s something in your hat."

"What?" Grace Winter instinctively looked back but couldn’t see, "Help me see what’s in there."

Helena helped her take out the contents of the hat and curiously said, "Isn’t this your White Rabbit candy? Who put it in there?"

Grace Winter thought for a moment, unsure, "It should be Hayes Edwards."

She slept too groggily on the bus and couldn’t remember.

The teacher held up a flag and led the students through the gate.

It was cloudy in the morning, but by noon the sun had come out, and birds could be heard clearly among the trees.

Compared to the picnic on the grass, the barbecue area was much more lively. After grilling, the food smelled even more delicious, the aroma alone making people drool.

The busiest person in Hayes Edwards’ group was Fatty.

Although being a gourmet is still just a dream, he already had the stance of one, saying while grilling, "This is for Grace and Helena, this one is spicy, this one is not, the fire needs to be lower..."

Compared to Fatty’s seriousness, Hayes Edwards was much more casual, simply placing the food on the rack without brushing oil, only realizing it was charred afterward.

"Brother Edwards, this is dark cuisine, isn’t it!"

A boy in the group tried just one bite before wanting to spit it out, but under Hayes Edwards’ gaze, he forced himself to swallow.

He then corrected himself, "Actually... it’s okay, I guess."

Hayes Edwards smirked, "You like it?"

The boy said uncertainly, "Like it... I guess?"

"Then all of this is yours." Hayes Edwards pushed his plate of dark cuisine in front of the boy.

The boy felt like crying but had no tears.

Next to him, Fatty had already finished plating, "Brother Edwards, I’m going to deliver the barbecue to Grace and the others, want to come with me?"

The school rules stated that other grades were not allowed in the barbecue area, but they could go freely.

Hayes Edwards placed one foot on a stone, pointing at his half-finished plate of dark cuisine, "Take this over too."

Fatty widened his eyes, "Brother Edwards, are you sure?"

Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?

In the end, Fatty took Hayes Edwards’ plate of dark cuisine over as well, and when Grace Winter took a bite, Hayes Edwards secretly observed her expression.

In fact, he thought his grilling was quite tasty.

Grace Winter frowned on the first bite but didn’t spit it out, chewing a few more times.

Hayes Edwards started feeling uneasy, asking her, "How does it taste?"

Grace Winter chewed and swallowed seriously commenting, "It seems a bit burnt."

Fatty thought silently to the side, it’s not a bit; it’s a lot.

The grilling process of Hayes Edwards was not much different from a witch’s concoction, adding a bit of everything he saw. Fortunately, he remembered Grace Winter doesn’t eat spicy food.

After eating a grilled chicken wing, even Hayes Edwards wasn’t too dumb to realize his culinary skills were lacking, "Alright, stop eating."

He snatched the lunchbox from Grace Winter’s hand.