Her chopsticks were just about to touch a meatball when another pair of chopsticks appeared out of nowhere, quicker than hers, and took the braised meatball right in front of her.
Meeting her bewildered gaze, Harrison Yale wore a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, leisurely placing the meatball into his mouth and taking a bite.
Childish!
Emma glared at him but didn't take it to heart.
There were still more on the plate; she could just grab another one.
She doesn't want to stoop to his level.
Emma smacked her lips and reached out with her chopsticks again to grab another.
But before her chopsticks touched the meatball, she heard someone's chilly voice instruct the servant beside him.
"This dish is mediocre, take it away." His finger pointed at the braised meatball Emma hadn't had a chance to grab!
Emma's chopsticks froze mid-air, as she watched helplessly while her beloved braised meatballs were taken away!
She hadn't even had a taste...
