Although she really wanted to eat, she couldn't go about it this way.
Sylvan Cheney didn't mind at all, his movements exceptionally skilled.
Charles Mcintosh took a sip of red wine and rubbed his forehead, regretting coming here today.
What's with having a meal, he's already full from the dog food.
He noticed that Sylvan's movements were very practiced, probably not the first time doing such things, even Chale Cheney might not receive this treatment.
Soon, Sylvan peeled a shrimp and tossed it in her bowl.
Jasmine Yale's face turned red, she picked it up and ate it.
"Tasty?" Sylvan asked.
"Delicious." Jasmine contentedly replied, "This chef's cooking has a special flavor."
"Yes, the Cheney Family's royal chef."
Jasmine originally loved shrimp, and with the taste being so delightful, she couldn't help but eagerly look at Sylvan.
Sylvan understood her meaning, and extended his hand to peel a few more for her.
