Seeing that Ling Miao had agreed to his request, Tu'er's face lit up with joy, and he went over to urge his young prince on.
Samuel's face was full of smugness, and he even snorted loudly as he passed Ling Miao.
Honestly, if it weren't for his face, anyone else would look ugly with that expression.
However, with money coming in, Ling Miao naturally wouldn't hold a grudge against a child.
She checked the time first.
Then he said to Tull, whom he had spoken to earlier, "I need to prepare the afternoon's meals first. Your young master's meal will have to be postponed."
Tuer frowned, about to speak, when he heard the boss in front of him say, "If you don't want to, then forget it."
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and turned to explain to Samuel.
The other person puffed out their cheeks, widened their eyes, and glared angrily at Ling Miao. After a while, they turned around and plopped down on the floor.
Knowing that he had agreed, Ling Miao didn't take him to heart and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner with Susan.
Soon, one dish after another appeared on the table.
The restaurant was packed with people, filled with the aroma of food.
Tuer and Okai couldn't help but swallow hard, drawn by the aroma of food filling the air.
He exchanged a glance with his companion.
It smells so good! Shall we order some?
The other person glanced at the young prince sitting in the chair and shook their head almost imperceptibly.
His Highness will not agree.
Tuer sighed, suppressing the saliva constantly welling up in his mouth, somewhat helplessly.
The young prince is a prince of the sea tribe, who grew up in the land of Qianzunyu.
Unfortunately, his sense of smell and taste were naturally weak, and he could only barely taste seafood.
Therefore, he had an extremely strange temper. Not only did he forbid the people around him from eating any food other than seafood, but he himself also looked down on any food other than seafood, considering them all to be inferior.
However, the prince's lack of taste does not mean that they also have a problem with their sense of taste. Although working by the prince's side naturally brings generous bonuses, there are also countless quirks to endure.
This crisis arose because the young prince had a conflict with his parents and secretly ran away.
Turwei sighed almost imperceptibly, trying his best to appear as a loyal protector.
Samuel looked around but didn't see the wretched woman.
The restaurant was bustling with people, and the sounds of conversation, laughter, and chewing reached his ears.
Samuel raised an eyebrow, about to lose his temper, but was stopped by Tours.
Samuel managed to control his temper towards Toul, the bodyguard who had cared for him since childhood.
He suppressed his temper and patiently waited for his dinner.
Unexpectedly, a familiar-looking person came out of the kitchen.
"Bridges?"
Hearing someone call his name, Bridges turned around and saw someone he hadn't expected.
How did you get here?
Hearing the other person's questioning words, Samuel was furious. He immediately stood up, ran over, and grabbed the other person by the collar.
"You liar!"
Ding, who was behind Bridges, quickly stepped forward to block Samuel's attack. He stood behind his assistant and slowly glanced at him.
"It was all consensual."
"Don't put it so harshly."
Upon hearing this, Samuel's anger flared even more. He glared at the man, stepped forward, and raised his hand as if to strike him.
That damned crook, that liar!
Samuel had been badly ripped off by him once and never trusted the man again.
Every time he saw him, he would beat him up, and Bridges was clearly very good at handling such situations.
He stood calmly to one side, his voice lazy, relaxed, and composed:
"Don't lose your dignity in public."
Samuel barely managed to suppress his anger, turned around and walked back to his desk. Looking at his back, he looked like an angry little lion.
Seeing that there was no gossip to be had, the people around them all turned their attention away and started eating heartily.
Bridges, on the other hand, remained calm, even touching the tip of his nose and smiling at Samuel:
How did you end up here?
He strolled over leisurely.
"none of your business!"
Samuel felt annoyed just looking at him; a lump in his throat was stuck in his chest, and he could only glare at him resentfully.
Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Ling Miao walking out of the kitchen and heading straight towards him.
His stomach rumbled at just the right moment, and Samuel managed to compose himself as he watched as the other person brought out the prepared food.
"What's this?"
He craned his neck to take a look.
There were various kinds of seafood mixed in, but there were more thin, golden noodle-like foods that he didn't recognize.
Seafood Vermicelli Casserole.
What is that?
Upon hearing the unfamiliar term, Samuel became curious and turned to look at Ling Miao.
The other person replied calmly, "It's made with seafood and vermicelli."
Samuel pursed his lips, realizing the other person was being perfunctory, and stopped talking. He opened his eyes wide and looked curiously at the rice noodle pot in front of him.
With a keen sense of smell, I detected the rich seafood aroma emanating from the food in front of me.
The faint smell that was usually present suddenly became very strong at this moment.
The fragrant aroma of seafood filled his nostrils, making his nose itch uncontrollably.
If he had such an impulse, one can only imagine how Tu'er and O'Kay felt.
Both of them had exceptionally keen senses of smell and taste, and were more shocked than Samuel.
The two of them looked at each other and swallowed hard.
Seeing the young prince's eagerness to try, he paused, and for the first time did not stop him.
But to Tours' surprise, Samuel suppressed his impulse and sat calmly in his chair.
Bridges, also inhaling the intoxicating fragrance, paused for a moment, then looked at the pretentious Samuel with a mocking expression.
"What's there to pretend?"
"Who outside would know that you are the young prince of the sea tribe?"
That's why Samuel and Bridges are natural enemies; he exploded as soon as he heard that.
"You hypocritical and cunning liar, how dare you call me that!"
"You heartless bastard, you beast in human form!"
Bridges remained unfazed, even smiling at the other person with a kind gaze, as if an elder were addressing a junior.
"Thank you for the compliment," he even had the leisure to reply.
Isn't he just an orc?
Samuel was furious and was about to speak again...
Then you see Bridges, shameless as ever, pick up his chopsticks and poke directly at the rice noodle soup in front of him.
Samuel: !
You shameless old bastard!
He moved swiftly, snatching the chopsticks from the other person's mouth as they were about to put them in, and then shoved them into his own mouth instead.
Samuel's smug expression froze, and the aroma of seafood exploded from his mouth.
Suddenly, a seafood storm swept through my bland and weak taste buds, with a rich seafood flavor engulfing my entire mouth.
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