The servant went back to the kitchen to fetch a set of tableware, and carefully placed it in front of Enna Clark, "Ms. Clark, your tableware."
After placing them, without needing any orders, he stepped back with perfect manners, waiting for further instructions at any time.
Baron Lawrence snatched her bowl, dominantly transferring a third of the noodles from his bowl to Enna's with chopsticks, then spooned some soup in.
"Enna Clark, what kind of spoon is this you've got? Used for playing house?" After spooning half a day, he only managed to transfer a little, frustrating someone who usually lacked patience.
Enna Clark sulkily took the spoon from his hand, rolling her eyes at him and saying, "The spoon for soup is naturally this size. Am I supposed to use a ladle to give you soup?"
"What kind of look is that?" Baron Lawrence clearly saw that this woman just rolled her eyes at him!
