Bella finished speaking and left.
The assistant looked at the closed dressing room door, pointed at the breakfast on the small table, and said, "Brother Quinn, what should we do with this specially prepared breakfast?"
"Give it to you," Archer Quinn turned around to continue his makeup.
The assistant looked pained, "Brother Quinn, I've already had breakfast. Two bowls of porridge, two fried dough sticks, and two baskets of soup dumplings."
"Then eat some more."
The assistant felt wronged, "Brother Quinn, why didn't you ask Bella to eat more?"
"Didn't I just say that? But Bella said she's full."
"I also said I'm full." The assistant felt pitiful, wondering why when Bella said she's full, she didn't have to eat, but when he said it, it was ignored. Such favoritism!
Archer Quinn waved his hand, "It's okay if you don't eat it, just get rid of it."
"That's good." The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll take it out and share it with others."
