"Mom, haven't you cooked another dish? " I asked my mother.

"No, son." Mother replied.

"Don’t mind me, Zander. I eat whatever is on the table. I am not picky about food. I'm used to eating simple, home-cooked food. answer by Don. I did not say a word but continued to eat. Don sneezed later.

"Zander, can I invite your mother outside? We won't last longer outside." He said.

I looked at my mom and she just remained bent over and continued to eat. I'm not numb so as not to feel that Don has a different motive for coming here to the house. I am also a man. So...