Damien looked down at the humble dinner before him—just two bowls of plain noodles and a few simple seasonings.
He wasn't unfamiliar with Jajangmyeon, but the versions he was used to could easily fill an entire banquet table. This... this was just shredded cabbage and noodles.
He frowned in clear displeasure.
Elara noticed his reluctance and quietly pushed the bowl she had just prepared toward him.
After a moment's hesitation, Damien picked up his chopsticks and began eating slowly.
Then he stopped, furrowing his brows.
"Unpalatable," he muttered.
Elara opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, he suddenly devoured the rest of the noodles in one go.
Unpalatable? And he still finished it? What an insincere guy.
Even eating simple noodles, he still carried himself like an aristocrat. No wonder women fell for him so easily.
Elara ate slowly, only to notice Damien staring at her bowl.
She glanced up, puzzled.
Was he still hungry?
