"Why do I still have to cook when I have a maid?"
Lette, with a sullen face, placed the four dishes and one soup on the dining table. Lilith eagerly picked up her utensils, not forgetting to tease him.
"That's what you deserve. Who told you to mess up the only maid yesterday?"
Lette gave her a disdainful look, "Eat up! There's so much food and it can't even shut your mouth!"
"Wow! So fresh and unique in taste!"
Emily pointed at the soup pot excitedly, "What's this white stuff? It's so good! Is it a specialty of the Holy City?"
Lette served himself a bowl, "This is a specialty from my hometown, called tofu! It's made from soybeans! If you like it, eat more, I've already set aside a portion for Flander.
Seriously, who's the master here!
Lilith, I'm not talking about you!"
Lilith put down her utensils, grumbling impatiently, "Oh right, right, master, master! Then why didn't you want me to warm the bed for you last night?"
"Haha, I was afraid of being poked."
