He Zhou stood there, his eyes drawn to his steak left cold and uneaten. His face was ashen, and he felt like he had been slapped.
It was an embarrassing sight than if they had just told him He Jing's cooking was better than his.
He Jing must have known the truth all along. Hence her calm and unflappable composure. She was probably laughing at him in her heart of hearts...
"What are you doing here?" He Ning asked.
He Ning was deceptively calm. Having eaten over half of the steak, he wiped his mouth and put down the unfinished steak.
"Third Brother, He Jing's cooking is better than yours," He Ning said, serious yet casual, "We feared you would be embarrassed if you lost, so we kept the truth from you. Don't blame He Jing."
"Am I such a sore loser in your minds?" He Zhou murmured gloomily.
"Of course not," He Sui quickly denied.
