However, her survival sense kept reminding her that it was natural for Joseph to do that. Joseph had decided in advance, and it was impossible for him to change his mind even if she got to know him earlier. Irish was clear that her job in Runestone Group was her last straw.
She never hankered after being rich, but she enjoyed the sense of satisfaction from her work.
There were few people on Fifth Avenue, where many delicacies were gathered, and it was bustling with noise and excitement at night.
Irish was also a little bit hungry, and her stomach growled.
Although Irish was not a frequent caller here, she came here several times. There were several excellent shops where she often came to eat. She loved those small shops because the delicacy tasted so delicious.
When she was absorbed in her thoughts, someone kicked her car, and then the door opened abruptly.
Shocked, Irish looked back and found a beautiful girl jumped in the passenger's seat. The girl sat down and then looked aside, but to her surprise, she found that the driver was a beautiful woman. Seeing this, she hastily apologized, jumped out, and ran away.
Startled by what happened in just a few minutes, Irish could not utter a single word.
It was not until the girl left a few minutes later Irish then realized what happened.
Someone did research to tell the different influences of ordinary cars and luxury cars, and it showed that those young girls preferred to strike up a conversation with those who drove luxury cars, but they would never accost the one who drove an ordinary car.
Irish also heard that if you stopped a luxury car at the entrance of the pub or at the college gate, some young and pretty girl would take the initiative to initiate a conversation with you. It seemed that the girl didn't expect it would be a woman who drove such a luxury car, so she got in the car directly.
Luckily, it was Irish but not Joseph who drove the car there. However, Irish didn't worry that other women would allure Joseph since she was clear that Joseph was used to this type of chat-up. Irish just wondered if Joseph drove this car today and what the girl would do next.
Irish suddenly recalled the words of her Aunt Mary, who told her that Joseph was a responsible man and it was not easy to meet such a considerate yet responsible man.
"Irish, I already think of you as my daughter. I care about you, so I also worry about you. I know clearly about your characteristics. Anyway, you have to remember to never get into a dead end. You have started a family with Joseph, so you must carefully run your family." Aunt Mary's words lingered in Irish's mind.
She got off the car and trudged to the snack bar where she went frequently.
It was a simple and crude noshery, even without beer and an air conditioner.
This noshery was famous for its grilled sausage, which was made with high-grade semi-finished material to ensure its special flavour. A secret recipe made the major sauce and the raw material.
The storekeeper was a kind yet affable man, and Irish liked to chat with him whenever she ate.
Bruce, the shopkeeper, knew Irish well since she often came here.
"Don't you work today?" asked Bruce with a big smile.
Irish looked at him and then replied in a rather frustrated voice, "I am here to find comfort, but you are rubbing salt in my old wounds. I am so sad."
Bruce understood enough, and he knew that Irish must have some problems with her work, so he hastily changed the subject.
"Don't be sad. I am sure you will get comfort from the delicious sausage. Enjoy the beautiful moment, and don't borrow troubles. You are still young, and there is a long way to go. Look at me. I gave up my job and started such a small noshery. Nobody supports me, including my family members. But I don't care, and I have come around. I am satisfied with how I live, and I am happy to see people enjoy my sausage. I mean, you have to straighten out your thinking and don't push yourself so hard. Hold on, and there's light at the end of the tunnel. Do you think so?" said Bruce patiently.
There used to be a survey conducted that the most suitable for psychological negotiation is the local New Yorker. First, they live in the most diverse international city, and their political awareness is very high. Even taxi drivers can talk to you all the time, from politics to life, and are recognized encyclopedically; second, they have a warm tone. So, between the lines, people naturally feel comfortable.
Bruce quite liked to talk, and he also smiled all the time. Every time Irish saw him, she felt happy too. When garlic juice and sausage were put in front of her, Irish suddenly felt she was not so angry.
Eating, opposite the chair sat a person. And his shadow hanging over her made her have pressure.
Irish held a toothpick in her hand, poking a piece of sausage. She looked up, and when she saw Joseph, she was stunned.
And then, she reacted.
With that phone, it wasn't hard for him to find her.
She did not speak, bowed her head, and continued to eat.
Joseph also did not speak, watching her eat.
Bruce saw him, greeting him with enthusiasm. "Hello. Eat here or take it away?"
"I am waiting."
Irish listened to Joseph, and then he took out his wallet, "How much?"
Bruce reacted, laughing. "Ten dollars."
With no change, Joseph took out cash. Then, just to give it out, Irish bowed and said, "I am not only eating one piece."
After hearing the words, Joseph smiled and said, "Whatever you want." He gave out the money in his hand. "You don't have to change."
"Okay." Bruce smiled.
Irish did not take Joseph's kindness. Instead, she looked up and said, "Nine more dishes."
Bruce was stunned, "Nine? Girl, can you eat up?"
"There's another man here," said Irish.
Joseph listened to this, and he was slightly nervous. He said in a low voice, "Isabel, don't have a temper. You can satisfy your mouth. But eating so much is bad for our health."
"Handsome guy, you don't understand." Bruce was busy saying, "Women eating this can promote beauty, and men can have more useful strength."
He ignored the old words and looked at the leaf.
"I didn't say I could eat so much," she sneered.
She knew him, and he would never eat in the street, let alone let him eat at a roadside stall every day, in and out of fancy clubhouse-star restaurants. It was awkward to see him sitting in his current position. One was that it was too small for him to sit comfortably, and the other was to sit next to the street. Vehicles were passing by in the evening. He was dressed formally and seriously, and appearing in such a place was really weird.
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