Matthias wedged himself between Chelsea and Melford, resolutely standing by Chelsea’s side, awaiting her feedback.

Melford shifted slightly and found himself face-to-face with Matthias’s firmly planted backside.

“...”

Where did this brat come from?

Does he have no manners?

Chelsea picked up a bite of the stewed tofu, chewing slowly with a calm expression.

Matthias, visibly nervous, leaned in and asked softly, “How is it?”

Chelsea neither praised nor criticized. After taking a sip of water, she asked, “The texture is better this time. Do you know why?”

It was less a question and more of a test.

Matthias thought for a moment before answering, “I think it’s because I...