Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1251 - 810: Lanci is in Great Pain!_2

The main course was a slow-cooked cowboy bone with truffle cheese. The bones, stewed for hours in red wine, were extremely tender and juicy, with marrow rich in flavor. The surface was sprinkled with a layer of ground black truffle, which gleamed alongside the melted cheese, emanating a wickedly tempting fragrance that even cats would find hard to resist.

As a side dish, there were plates of asparagus with herb butter. The green asparagus, like sprouts of early spring, exuded the scent of the earth. Once steamed, they were crisp and refreshing. Drizzled with herb butter, the asparagus was further enhanced with a rich and fragrant aroma.

There were many dishes that Sikder liked which Cat Boss was making urgently. For now, only the regular dishes initially planned could be served first.

Cat Boss knew that if they continued chatting, Lanci would really be dead.

"Cat Boss, it's you, right?"

"What is there to be afraid of? Cat Boss, my best friend."

Talia and Sigrid both glanced under the cart, frightening it so much that it shook.

Cat Boss quickly placed all the dishes onto the table.

"I, I still have things on the stove meow!"

The cart catapulted away towards the kitchen.

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It was afraid that both Tata and Sikder would demand it to take sides.

They were both its good friends.

It just couldn't make a choice!

Lanci's plea for help had not reached Cat Boss, and he could only watch as Cat Boss disappeared, reaching out to it in vain.

He now regretted it profoundly.

He had played this round poorly.

The support had smashed the signal point to bits!

And the next second, he found himself face-to-face with the jungle.

The utensils lay quietly on the rack, and he dared not touch them lightly.

The gazes of the two women towards Lanci were like two sharp blades, eager for his favor yet fearful of a defeat.

"I think... considering the importance of the mission, the level of danger from the Empire, and the trust from the organization, I need a good wife who can act alongside me, someone reasonable..."

Lanci's words were light, eloquently uttered to himself.

He hoped that both of them could keep restrained.

"..."

Talia and Sigrid both fell silent for a while.

They could detect the teasing in Lanci's words.

This was not a good time for either of them to break out in an open fight.

After all, it was a mix-up that led to two fiancées turning up at Professor Landry's house.

The chief culprit was Ride.

If only he had not been taken away by the Empire's Special Operations Department, he would be able to explain everything to them.

And now, both women had already settled in the house. If one of them attempted to forcibly expel the other, it would just make herself look like the villainess.

At that moment, the otherwise serene Sigrid suddenly made a move.

She took the silver soup spoon beside her, gently scooped a spoonful of the cream of mushroom soup in her bowl, with another hand supporting underneath the spoon to prevent any drips.

Her actions were natural and poised, as if this was all second nature.

The soup in the spoon gleamed under the light with an enticing sheen, and the steam curled around her fingertips.

"Here, Lanci, try this soup, be careful, it's hot."

Sigrid leaned slightly forward, bringing the spoon to Lanci's lips.

Her voice was sweet as honey, yet carried an undertone of intransigence that was hard to defy.

Lanci's body stiffened.

He realized that he had to drink this spoonful of soup, no matter what.

Lanci mechanically opened his mouth, allowing the warm soup to slide in.

The creaminess of the butter and the savoriness of mushroom blossomed on his palate, but his mind was unsettled, unable to relish the flavor.

He dared not look at Talia's expression at the moment, but he could feel that the gaze shooting from the left was almost burning a hole into his face.

And Sigrid, the instigator, seemed completely oblivious.

With a look that passed over Lanci, Sigrid glanced towards Talia, the corners of her mouth turned up in an almost imperceptible smile, as if silently declaring something.

She naturally began to use the spoon that had just fed Lanci on herself.

"..."

Talia clenched the napkin in her hand, her knuckles whitening from the force.

Her gaze grew darker, like the sea before a storm, ready to churn out towering waves at any moment.

The atmosphere at the table was tinder being lit.

Talia then refused to show weakness.

Imitating Sigrid, she also picked up the knife and fork beside her, cutting a small piece of foie gras with toast for Lanci and bringing it towards him.

"Lanci, ah, Master will feed you."

Her voice was as smooth as velvet, but it set Lanci's heart on edge.

Lanci's eyes moved between the two women, caught in a dilemma.

He saw Sigrid's eyes instantly turn cold, like ice daggers, silently warning him not to accept Talia's offer.

But clearly, Talia did not plan to give Lanci an opportunity to refuse.

Her index finger and thumb gently pinched Lanci's cheeks, causing his mouth to open, and promptly slipped a small corner of toast in.

Lanci mechanically chewed the food in his mouth, the richness of the foie gras and the crispiness of the toast spread on his taste buds, but he tasted nothing except feeling Sigrid's gaze almost freeze him into an ice sculpture.

Sigrid's provocation was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, and Lanci was the sacrificial lamb in this contest.

Talia wasn't ready to give up.

She picked up a napkin, like a caring girlfriend or a mother, and carefully wiped Lanci's mouth.

Her motions were so gentle, as if she was taking care of her precious treasure.

Her long index finger occasionally brushed Lanci's lips, as though by accident, yet it seemed like a deliberate tease.