Just when Prince Rui and the others thought Feng Fuce was going to lose his temper and flip the table.
Feng Fuce instead picked up his chopsticks and put half of the meatball into his mouth.
Bai Zhi'er beamed: "Brother Cec, don't rush! I'll gnaw on a chicken leg later and give you the bone."
Feng Fuce's face darkened.
Just now he ate to save face, but asking him to gnaw on a bone was going too far.
Princess Rui hurriedly mediated: "Zhi'er, the Marquis is just joking with you; no one actually eats bones."
The Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo chuckled, his narrow eyes curving: "Yeah, only dogs gnaw on bones."
This remark made Feng Fuce's gaze grow even colder, like two crescent blades.
The fourth son, Bai Daoyan, subtly tugged on Bai Xuanmo's clothes under the table.
Signaling him to hold his tongue.
Bai Zhi'er put down her chopsticks, huffing, "Brother Ce is not a puppy! He's my good friend! We always share food like this!"
