The jovial expression immediately vanished from Olive's face, and the urge to throw his spoon at Valentine consumed him.
"I don't cook for anyone. Besides, do I look like I am in need of a job? Tsk!"
"You know, I am a prince, right?" Valentine's brows were raised.
"And? Do you want me to call you his royal highness now?" Olive was irritated.
Valentine nodded. "Yes."
"You!" Olive let out a soft breath, immediately suppressing his annoyance.
"Here, try the chicken with rice. I made it extra juicy," he said as he added a few pieces of chicken to the bowl of white rice and pushed it over to him. "You said you have a big appetite."
"Trying to fatten me, I see." Valentine cackled and lifted the bowl of rice onto his palm. "Do you know something?"
"What?" Olive arched his brow.
Valentine smiled. "My older brother is the purest soul I have ever met."
