Jevon’s face darkened. His online profile clearly stated that he doesn’t eat spicy food at all—he can’t handle it even a little, especially ginger.

That’s right. I was deliberately targeting him.If I didn’t want him to eat it, I could’ve just said so—why bother doing it this way?

Jevon pushed forward the fried shrimp Lilith had made. “This is the fried shrimp Lilith cooked. You’ll like it. My whole family praises her cooking!”

Dwyn very graciously complimented it. “Just looking at it, you can tell it’s delicious! I didn’t expect Lilith to know how to cook too!”“Lilith has always been gentle and virtuous.”“Teacher Dwyn, give it a try,” Jevon said,...