He kept silent, and she grew bolder.
Lilac Serval played with the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
She smirked, "Brother McIntosh, have you never experienced a woman's touch? That can't be true, at your age."
A hint of annoyance flashed across Charles McIntosh's face.
His eyes became icy and penetrating after her remark.
"Perhaps Brother McIntosh is incapable; did you get injured while practicing martial arts with your master when you were young? That's such a shame, missing out on one of life's great pleasures," Lilac Serval said indifferently as she continued to eat.
She appeared quite nonchalant, picking up a rib with her chopsticks and savoring it with gusto.
Eating her own cooking did give her a sense of accomplishment.
Before, she found cooking boring but now, she thought it might be worth learning.
"One day, I'll show you whether I'm capable or not," Charles said with loathing as he glanced at her.
