This esteemed Prince, this future King who has always been so fastidious, was simply bending down quietly, savoring the meatball on the cheap plastic fork, bite by bite.
Fortunately, his assistants, bodyguards, and chefs were not present, or each would surely be shocked beyond belief.
Of course, despite his small bites, one little meatball was still swallowed after a few tastes.
"Let's go ahead and see what else is delicious?"
Chongchong suggested with a smile, and he naturally nodded in agreement, even though, comparatively, he preferred to finish the whole box of meatballs right there.
"Wait!" Noticing the grease at the corner of his lips, Chongchong reached out to grab his arm, hurriedly fished out a tissue from her small backpack, raising her hand to hold his face, carefully wiping away the grease with the tissue, "All done, let's go!"
She walked towards the trash can with the dirty tissue, while Andre pressed his lips that had been wiped by her, following with big strides.
