༺ Only Three Times (1) ༻
Two hours before the incident.
I had just arrived at the dining hall alongside the crazy Namgung duo, and a cursory glance of the dining hall told me that only the young prodigies were here—the only person in the room who seemed to be well over the age of 20 was Tang Jooyeok.
Sichuan was known to have food with a particularly strong taste, and their spicy food was known to be the most famous of them all.
There was a ton of food on the table, but the smell of spice that poked my nose was almost too strong.
‘It feels like I’ll have a stomach ache just by smelling them.’
Thankfully, there also seemed to be mild food that had been prepared for people who were weak to spice.
Eating dumplings again, even in Sichuan.
...Maybe it’s not a bad thing?
Tang Jooyeok looked at the people that had gathered with a smile, and shortly after, called his family members to taste the food, one after the other.
It was done to prove that the food that had been prepared was safe to eat, as they were a clan known to be proficient with poison.
Of course, I didn’t know how much that would actually do to help in gaining their guests’ trust.
“It’s not the best, but I hope you enjoy the meal.”
Shortly after Tang Jooyeok spoke, everyone slowly started to eat.
Now that I’d thought about it, I came here without letting Wi Seol-ah know. I hoped that she wouldn’t get mad at me...
‘Hm...’
I couldn’t be sure, but I believed that she was taking good care of herself.
‘Hm......’
I kept trying to move my chopsticks towards the food, but I was forced to stop.
It was because of Tang Soyeol, who was sitting next to her brother but instead of eating, she kept her eyes glued on me...
‘...I’m gonna get sick at this rate.’
What was up with her now?
I kept repeating the process of grabbing dumplings and letting them go because Tang Soyeol’s fiery eyes wouldn’t stop staring at me.
What made this particularly irritating was that this same scene was something that had always occurred whenever we met in my previous life.
All she would do is stare at me without saying anything.
I had once grown so irked by it that I’d verbally lashed out at her.
What was even more absurd was the fact that she cried right in front of me, straight after I did that.
All I did was scold her a bit for staring at me, and suddenly she started crying...
‘Sigh... I guess I have to deal with her staring at me even in this life...’
Did she have some grudge against me or something? I didn’t think I’d done anything to the Tang clan, though.
Maybe she wasn’t fond of me eating dumplings?
.
..Or maybe it’s just the way I look?
I was used to people saying that I had bad facial expressions, so comments like that didn’t really faze me.
I finally decided to simply ignore her, and then I grabbed and ate a dumpling.
Cough!
‘Fuck!’
I almost spat out the dumpling as soon as I bit into it.
Why the hell is it so spicy!?
I’d let my guard down, and if I spat out the food here, everyone would definitely stare at me.
While I was busy dealing with my conflicted thoughts, someone next to me pushed a glass of water towards me.
It was Namgung Bi-ah.
I was startled at first, but I quickly took the glass and gulped down the water.
What in hell did they put in their dumplings to make them so spicy?
After downing the water, I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Namgung Bi-ah.
“Thank you.”
Namgung Bi-ah nodded at my words and carefully put something on my dish.
I wondered what it was, so I looked at it, and it was a piece of grilled fish that had been ripped apart from its bones.
I looked at it with confusion.
“This one isn’t spicy...”
“...Huh?”
“It looked like you couldn’t handle the spice...”
They were all looking at me?
“I’m thankful, but why are you speaking to me informally all of a sudden...?”
“...Young Master.”
“...”
Is she looking for a fight?
I was wondering if she was looking to get into an argument, so I looked at her face, but her expression told me that she bore no ill intent.
But then why is she acting like this?
I didn’t like how I was being treated like a kid, but, seeing as she didn’t seem to have any ill intent behind her actions, I couldn’t really say anything about it.
– Crack.
I looked toward the origin of the sound of something breaking and found that it was the chopsticks that were in the hands of Namgung Cheonjun.
Tang Jooyeok spoke after being surprised.
“Ah, it seems like you were given a poor pair of chopsticks.”
“No, it’s just that I tend to use chopsticks rather harshly.”
“I apologize for that, Cheonjun. I’ll bring you a new pair right away.”
“There’s no need for that, Brother Tang. I also apologize for breaking other people’s things. I’ll be careful next time.”
After showing his respects, he glanced at me.
I purposely ate the food that Namgung Bi-ah had given me at that moment so that he could see it.
Then his eyes trembled like crazy.
What part of any of this was so important to him that it made him this mad? I honestly couldn’t understand.
I ignored him and only picked mild dishes to eat, and the meal ended soon after.
I wanted to leave right away after eating, but Tang Jooyeok probably hadn’t invited everyone here just so that we could all enjoy a meal together.
It was a dining room that had individuals from the Namgung Clan, the Gu Clan, as well as other guests within Sichuan who had been invited over.
It probably wasn’t something grand in scale, but my guess was that the goal behind his actions was to have a small alliance formed between those of us present.
After the meal, most of the conversation and questions were directed at Namgung Cheonjun.
He was from one of the Four Noble Clans, after all, so it wasn’t surprising that he would get most of the attention.
At the start, conversation had been directed at Namgung Bi-ah as well, but it quickly stopped after those who had approached her experienced her short, impassive answers.
‘Yes...’
‘Ah...?’
‘Hm...’
Those were the responses she gave, so any interest the guests had in conversing with her died off quite quickly.
The Gu Clan was also known to be on par with the Noble Clan, so there were some people that came towards me with the intent of conversing. I only spoke to them briefly whilst maintaining a subtle smile.
When I looked at the number of people Namgung Cheonjun was speaking with, I felt a vague sense of admiration.
I would get tired instantly if I had been tasked with speaking with that many people, but that Namgung guy instead seemed to enjoy it.
‘It really is his specialty.’
While I was sitting down mindlessly, waiting for it all to end, I felt someone sit next to me.
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