The silence after her statement was thick.
Madam Xiong's lips pressed into a thin line. "You think I have time to humor—"
"She should cook."
The voice came low and firm. Everyone turned to the direction of that certain voice.
Lu Yanchen sat at a side table, fingers lightly tapping his wine glass. His face was calm — unreadable even — but there was steel in his voice.
A few people openly stared. Lu Yanchen?
The man who rarely spoke, even more rarely interfered? And in this banquet, of all places?
"Madam Xiong, I believe you've tasted her food before you even let her step into this hall. So why not give her a fighting chance, it would be unfair to send her off and let the culprit roam free. As a guest I don't feel safe eating any of the food if we don't know who the culprit is or let the chef prove herself..."
Mianmian turned toward him slowly, her eyes wide. She wasn't expecting Lu Yanchen to be here but then again she wasn't so surprised.