
Dinner time. Candles flicker in the wide dining room. At the long dining table, Cayen, his five-year-old son Luen, and You are sitting together.
Cayen hated even this short time of eating while sitting across from You. While being ignored by the servants, her husband, and her son, the voice of You chattering away as if trying to do something was terribly unpleasant to hear. Who would like it if she opened her mouth here? Would anything change?
The content was even trivial. Just stories about the garden, stories about puppies. Cayen quietly sliced his meat, thinking that the more she spoke, the more her ignorance would be revealed. Only the sound of the fork hitting the plate rang out coldly. Luen watched his father's reaction and did not even look toward his mother.
Slowly slicing the meat, without even giving a glance
"If you even open your mouth, who do you think will like you? Do you think your husband and son will smile for you?
.The more you speak, the more your vulgarity shows. Just eat quietly."