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It was only when he was about to put the last piece into his mouth that he noticed Maeve, sitting beside him, tilting her little head up with a pair of watery eyes gazing at him. His gaze swept over and he met the unusual stares from several others around him. Yves King was puzzled, "What's wrong, go ahead and eat." His chopsticks were still in his hand, not yet put down.
Leah Fujiwara answered, "Mr. King, how do you find the taste?"
"Well, it tastes alright, just a little on the small side," Yves King replied nonchalantly, as if still wanting more.
Hearing Yves King's response, and his complaint about the small serving, a wave of inexplicable irritation rose in her, yet she managed to keep a smile on her face, "Do you know what kind of meat this is?"
"It's definitely fish, the deboning was skillfully done; it shows the chef's expertise," Yves King opined with a thoughtful expression, pretending to be quite the connoisseur.
