It was a calming atmosphere at Reinald Ludwig's home.
Right in his living room, two men sat facing each other. A few maids stood behind them ready to do whatever task they were asked to do.
Reinald and Zhen chatted while slowly munching on their biscuits with great decorum. No harsh words, no high tones, no disrespectful words. Their conversation was like two royal delegates discussing a very important cooperation.
"But that's an amazing talent," Reinald said kindly.
'Damn it!I want to eat all those biscuits quickly! Why do I have to act like a high-class noble just to eat biscuits?!' Reinald shouted in his mind.
"Actually, it's not that difficult, because I know some people who are willing to teach me the basic techniques," Zhen said as he lifted his cup and took a slow sip of his tea.
Reinald laughed softly. "Hehe, how practical."
