Zhi Ruo tried to eat the piece of cake again thinking it must be her illusion. After all, how could there be something in the food prepared by Qing Shan?
But again something made a sound after banging against her teeth. At last, frowning she picked up a tissue and tried to get the thing out from her mouth.
"From where did you bring this cake?" Zhi Ruo asked with her face scrunched up. Her expression quickly switched from the savory expression to a confused, irritated one. Who would like to be disturbed while eating such a delicious cake? Zhi Ruo was no exception.
Being from a sophisticated family, Zhi Ruo had learned a set of table manners, which she had been practicing since being a child. One such manner was not to spit out the food. During such an amazing environment and amidst such a tasty delicious cake, something coming in the middle, ruined her taste.
Unknown to her the thing that interrupted her delicious taste would be much more important to her as compared to the taste.
