"But you're clearly a tiger," Ella Lacey poked fun at her own baby, plaintively saying, "And tigers are carnivores, you know."
"Hehe, the little tiger has recently changed her taste..."
Clarissa revealed a kawaii smile, reaching for a translucent slice of lotus root to eat, her tiny teeth crunching loudly...
At that moment.
A noisy voice suddenly burst in from outside—
"I'm not drunk, let go of me!"
Then, a burly man in a brown suit, his buttons torn and disheveled, staggering into the room.
A waiter immediately approached him, but dared not get too close, asking, "Sir... would you like some porridge, or to order food?"
"I... I..."
The man hemmed and hawed, clearly drunk, responding nonsensically as he staggered forward, plopping down at the empty table behind Clarissa.
A pungent smell of alcohol instantly permeated the air around Ella Lacey.
