Beside them, Song Weisha picked up an abalone pastry and placed it gently into Li Meiran's bowl.
"Duke Li Meiran, please try this. It's one of our specialties."
Li Meiran lifted her chin lightly, his tone indulgent. "You're very virtuous, Weisha, unlike someone."
But his eyes drifted past her, landing on Song Yue.
Song Weisha's heart skipped. She followed his gaze and saw Song Yue fully absorbed in choosing food, not sparing Li Meiran a single glance. The redness on Song Weisha's face faded instantly.
Song Yue, completely unaware of the silent storm beside her, stared at the dishes with deep conflict.
She loved curry beef. She also loved Black Forest cake.
But the Song family rule was strict. No leftovers.
If she took both, she'd have to cut portions and ruin everything. She bit her chopsticks, hesitating.
Then Nie Rougang calmly picked up half of his curry beef and placed it into her bowl.
Her eyes lit up.
Perfect.
