He stood there blankly, mechanically chewing without saying a word.

Bridges raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking at him without saying a word.

Tuer and Okai were anxious and quickly stepped forward to ask their young prince.

The other person's expression was gentler than ever before.

A rare, gentle expression appeared on his usually mischievous face, startling both Tu'er and O'Kay.

"Young Master?"

"Your Highness?"

The two looked worried and even reached out to touch each other.

Samuel swallowed the food in his mouth, his expression gentle yet somewhat complicated.

He avoided their outstretched hands, his tone calm and even slightly unsteady, "I'm fine."

The two looked at each other and exchanged a glance.

This doesn't seem like something's wrong.

But the young prince, unusually, did not lose his temper. His gentle expression was almost terrifying, and Tu'er and the other's eyes fell on the rice noodle soup in front of them.

Tours is getting restless.

He was Samuel's personal bodyguard, so he never had to worry about so much, especially since he was related to Samuel by blood, so he didn't need to worry about so much either.

He picked up his chopsticks and reached for the rice noodle soup, but his hand missed.

A look of astonishment appeared on his previously confident face.

He looked up and saw the young prince holding the vermicelli pot tightly in his arms, his eyes wide as he met his gaze, not to be outdone.

"This is mine."

Tour looked at Samuel in disbelief and pointed to himself.

Then look at the other person's resolute expression.

He was unusually silent.

Samuel felt a little guilty, seeing this expression on his Uncle Tours's face, who was considered an elder of his.

He shifted his gaze somewhat uncomfortably, but his protective grip on the Sea Emperor Vermicelli Pot in his arms tightened even more.

There was nothing he could do; he had never tasted such delicious food before.

Just one of these, Uncle Tuer and Uncle Okai, both so big, could eat half the pot in one bite.

What will he have to eat then?

It wasn't that he was stingy and unwilling to give, it was just that his two uncles had eaten too much.

Samuel looked troubled, thinking with a pang of regret.

Tuer watched his expression change from guilty to self-righteous.

Suddenly I laughed.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the rice noodle soup out of Samuel's arms, picked up a large mouthful with his chopsticks, and shoved it into his mouth.

Samuel looked at him, his pained expression still lingering, when Tours was stunned by the taste in his mouth.

The salty, savory, and slightly burnt vermicelli, with its strong seafood flavor, bounced impatiently on the tip of the tongue.

The aroma of the sea was quickly released, the vermicelli was slightly dry, but the seafood added a nice touch of flavor, and he even bit into a piece of chewy octopus.

To be honest, having already eaten all kinds of seafood in the ocean, he didn't find seafood particularly delicious.

He wasn't as enthusiastic about seafood as the young prince; after all, he'd been eating it for hundreds of years and was already tired of it.

But this was the first time he had ever tried eating glass noodle soup.

He had never tasted seafood like this before.

The seafood, which had been so bland, burst with new life on the tongue, showcasing its freshness to the fullest.

Samuel's eyes widened, clearly not expecting the other party's sudden move. He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the words that were about to come out.

He stared at the complacent Tull with a resentful and extremely depressed look in his eyes.

Uncle Tull was not only his personal bodyguard who had accompanied him since childhood, but also, in terms of kinship, he was considered his elder.

Even though they are distantly related by blood, the sea people are different from ordinary beastmen. Besides the vast class differences between them,

The most striking feature is the extremely large number of kinship relationships within the ethnic group.

It is said that even an emperor has a few poor relatives, a saying that is vividly reflected in the tribal relationships of the sea people.

Samuel stared with downcast eyes, looking at the suddenly missing large portion of the vermicelli pot with a pained expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bridges standing to the side, and his anger immediately found an outlet. He spoke harshly and angrily to Bridges.

But his outburst was clearly no threat to the other party. He even saw Bridges change his posture and continue standing, looking at him with a smirk.

It makes me feel like an immature child.

Samuel was furious at his own thought and opened his mouth to curse, but then he saw Ling Miao bring out a dish.

Now he dared not speak ill of the other party.

Whoever made the other person's food taste better.

Thinking of this, Samuel paused for a moment with a strange expression, and then fell silent.

It seems there was an unpleasant incident with the restaurant owner earlier.

Ling Miao didn't notice his strange silence. She put down the next dish and prepared to leave. There were still three dishes that hadn't been served yet.

"etc."

A strange boyish voice suddenly came from behind her, and Ling Miao turned around in confusion.

Seeing the previously arrogant young master now blushing, his delicate face turning bright red, his beautiful eyes darting around.

"I'm sorry."

Seeing that Ling Miao didn't react, or even looked at him with surprise, Samuel closed his eyes and said loudly:

"I was wrong outside the restaurant just now."

Under the other person's ambiguous gaze, Samuel's lips trembled, and he managed to utter the last sentence with difficulty.

Ling Miao held her breath and concentrated before she heard the last sentence:

Can you forgive me?

She was puzzled by the other person's sudden change in attitude. When she noticed that the other person's gaze kept glancing at the table, Ling Miao suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out they were also captivated by the allure of delicious food.

However, she wanted to tease this mischievous child, so she kept a cold face and didn't say anything.

Seeing that she didn't speak, a look of panic appeared on the other person's face. Then, as if he had thought of something, he managed to calm down, though his face turned slightly pale.

He snorted, turned his head away, and refused to look at Ling Miao, but said nothing more.

Seeing his obviously forced composure, Ling Miao suppressed a smile and strode into the kitchen.

He even gave Bridges a friendly nod as he passed by.

The other person returned the smile.

"It seems I get the treatment of ordering food. Next time I come, I won't trouble you; I'll bring my own ingredients."

Ling Miao naturally wouldn't refuse such a small favor. She agreed and went into the kitchen.

Samuel watched Ling Miao's figure disappear completely into the kitchen before angrily turning to look at Bridges.

Why are you and her so close?

He wasn't even this close to her!

This hypocrite, what gives him the right?!

He must have used that face to deceive people!

Bridges shrugged, a gentle smile appearing on her face, as radiant as the moon, which Samuel found utterly hypocritical.

He heard the utterly hypocritical man's nonchalant tone, his voice carrying a light, leisurely air:

"Probably... because I'm easy to get along with."