Belinda Nichols knitted her brows slightly. A rare hint of disgust was evident on her normally frosty face.
"Not eating?"
Rowdy Brightwill eyed her, brows furrowed.
After a brief pause, Belinda Nichols said coolly, "I don't like it."
"Don't like eggs?" Rowdy Brightwill pondered a moment, then he placed two buns from his plate onto hers, "These are similar to steamed buns, why don't you try?"
"I don't like it."
Belinda Nichols glanced frigidly at the two buns.
"You really are..."
Rowdy Brightwill murmured, but didn't back down.
Deciding to sit beside Belinda Nichols, Rowdy Brightwill enthusiastically peeled the bun, then held it out in front of her with a wide grin.
"They're made from the same ingredients as steamed buns. Just have a taste."
"..." Belinda Nichols' usually unchanging expression, finally showed a break.
"Here, open your mouth."
Rowdy Brightwill tore off a piece and held it up to Belinda Nichols' mouth.
The two locked in a standoff.
