"Tata, did you know? Compared to your talent, Lan Fu's efforts seem worthless."
Lanci fed her while occasionally wiping away the crumbs from the corners of her mouth with a napkin, praising her wholeheartedly.
"I think you want to act in a play with me again, but this time I can't reward you, my disciple."
Initially, Talia sat upright, but as time passed, she seemed genuinely tired. She tried to empty her thoughts to reduce her embarrassment, merely opening her mouth, chewing, and coordinating with Lanci's actions.
The hands of the clock slowly moved, and the sun gradually dipped westward.
At this moment, he truly felt that Talia was like a warm, soft little cat, or perhaps more like a large feline.
Even though she didn't jump onto him this time, she snuggled closely at his side.
"Tata, I still have a question."
Lanci lost track of time in the restaurant, only certain that waves of guests had come and gone.
