Chapter 842 Their Little Squabble
Her starter was Dublin Bay prawns served with warm mayonnaise and buckwheat pancakes. Though they were called pancakes, they resembled delicate, crisp orange discs—thin, airy, and perfectly cooked to look like miniature clamshells dotted with tiny holes. These lay atop the plump, butterflied prawns, which had been sliced open to reveal their tender flesh.
A generous spoonful of mayonnaise, subtly infused with custard and other light ingredients, was placed over each prawn, adding richness without being overwhelming. Around the pristine white plate were tiny droplets of red and green flavored syrup, artfully arranged as garnish.
The dish looked stunning, though the portion was small—only two prawns, each just enough for a single bite. Still, as they were dining in an upscale restaurant, Hera kept her manners in check. She reached for her fork and knife, carefully slicing into the prawn before lifting it to her mouth. The flavor was smooth and creamy, perfectly balanced, and she couldn’t help but hum softly in delight.
As always, before taking her first bite, she snapped a picture of the beautifully plated dish. Hera loved sharing her culinary experiences with her followers on social media. Once the entire meal was done, she planned to post a full review—both to update her fans and to recommend the restaurant to anyone visiting Paris who wanted a taste of this refined dining experience.
After her starter, the next dishes arrived one after another, each more delightful than the last. Hera felt like she couldn’t get enough—every bite was divine, and the flavors danced so beautifully on her tongue that she couldn’t help but hum softly with joy. Unconsciously, she tilted her head to the side like a content child, completely absorbed in the moment.
What she didn’t notice, however, was that two people had begun recording her from the side—Athena and Minerva. After capturing the short clip, Athena promptly uploaded it to her social media wall and tagged Hera with a teasing caption: "Food really is the cure to everything. Look at this girl—supposed to be stressing over competitions and other matter, but here she is, happily humming and eating like a big kid." The tone was playful and affectionate, like a doting mother hen showing off her favorite moments of her child’s life. Except, of course, Hera was far too grown to be called a child.
Once Athena posted the video, she tucked away her phone with a grin and returned to her meal. Meanwhile, Minerva—as usual—sent the video to her brother and received another quick payment in return. She smirked to herself and thought smugly, ’I really hit a gold mine. Let me dig up a few more treasures, hehe.’ With that, she slipped her phone away and focused on enjoying her own plate.
Meanwhile, though he really didn’t want to admit it, Rafael had clearly picked up some of Dave’s habits. It didn’t take long before he found himself bragging about his latest additions to his personal library to the rest of the group, feeling just a little superior to them.
He had been away from Hera for days and missed her terribly—so much so that he needed to vent that restless energy somehow. And if that meant dragging someone else into his misery by flaunting his books, then so be it. Misery, after all, loved company.
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