Yue Feng used the knife and fork to put the meat back on Shang Haohao's plate and cut it open.
At the same time, he spoke casually.
"Minister Leng, is this how you usually flirt with girls? You know I'm a rough person by nature. At least give me some face in front of my fiancée."
"You have nothing left to lose, so why do you need face? If face was that important to you, Miss Shang wouldn't be marrying you."
The table of ministers chuckled.
Everyone knew Minister Leng was talking about how Feng Shiming had forcefully pursued his wife.
They usually joked around like this, so Feng Shiming didn't take it seriously.
Yue Feng glanced casually at the butler.
The butler understood immediately and took a portion that was already cut into small pieces from the chef's cart and placed it in front of Shang Haohao, speaking calmly.
"Miss Shang, you need to dip this in sauce!" A small dish of sauce was placed in front of Shang Haohao.
