Candlelight dinner, even though Jasmine doesn’t belong to the upper class, she’s heard of this term.
To put it simply, it’s something the upper class uses to woo girls.
Jasmine isn’t clear on the specifics of how such a dinner is set up, but it probably involves a bunch of candles and a gramophone, with the gentleman and lady sitting across from each other.
Jasmine doesn’t really understand the so-called romance of these rich people, but if a room is set up in a way that even someone like her finds it romantic, then the meaning is clear.
What on earth is Uncle Norma thinking? Does he really think I’m in that kind of relationship with this silly girl? Jasmine was baffled, unable to comprehend what kind of thought process led Uncle Norma to set up such a scenario.
Glancing at Limdis, this girl was completely oblivious to the situation.
Her attention was entirely on the dishes spread across the table, and without a second thought, she sat down, eagerly tapping the cutlery on the table.
“What kind of misunderstanding does Uncle have?” Jasmine sighed, holding her forehead.
For some reason, Norma was unusually enthusiastic about finding Jasmine a partner, almost as if he couldn’t wait to fast-forward to marriage and children.
But can you really just randomly pair people up like that? This girl is a subordinate of that unreasonable vixen, the Saintess of Aurevigia.
If I dared to make a move on her, it would be like asking for trouble.
Besides, Jasmine is focused on her future and isn’t interested in women.
She hasn’t achieved her goals yet, so how could she care about romantic entanglements?
“Jasmine, is this restaurant owned by your father? It’s so luxurious.”
“Don’t call me Jasmine, that’s a fake name.”
“Fake name? Oh, I see, it’s like my title ‘Favored by the Black Abyssal Fox.’ I understand!”
“…” Jasmine felt like she and this girl were on completely different wavelengths.
“Hey, hey! Save some for me!” Seeing the other girl devouring the food without hesitation, Jasmine quickly joined in, sweeping up the dishes on the table.
At the dining table, the two figures, one white and one gold, clashed fiercely like bears fighting over food, clearing the table of dishes.
“Chomp chomp… The phoenix claw is mine, don’t take it.”
“You are! The boundary is the middle line, and you’ve crossed it!”
“Nonsense, this phoenix claw is clearly in my territory, what does it have to do with you!”
“You idiot, are you looking for trouble?”
“How dare you call me an idiot! … Ah! Give me back the chicken leg, you stinky dragon, just like the rumors say, you’re all a bunch of greedy creatures!”
And so, the two girls, similar in height, went from fighting over food to fighting over the table, wrestling like children.
In Norma’s imagination, the first date between the two should have been very passionate, and it was indeed ‘passionate,’ with several plates broken as they pulled each other’s hair, fighting fiercely on the dining table.
The candlelit dinner table, meant to be filled with romance, was overturned by the two, turning the elegantly decorated five-star room into a battlefield.
The candles meant to set the mood were thrown around like bricks, and the roses were scattered.
“Eek eek!”
“Uwah!”
The two fought over a chicken leg, each biting one end and glaring at each other, their faces smeared with oil, looking comical, yet neither willing to back down.
The commotion attracted the maids outside the door.
“What’s happening inside? It sounds a bit too intense.”
“Master Norma did say the first time might be intense, and we shouldn’t interfere…” The maids exchanged glances.
“Shouldn’t we check just in case something happens to the young lady?”
“Yes, yes, it’s not peeping, we’re just concerned for the young lady’s safety…” The maids convinced themselves, twisting their actions into concern for Jasmine’s safety.
They slightly opened the wooden door, peeking through the gap to see the scene inside.
“Ugh!”
“Uwah!”
Inside, the two girls were disheveled, each biting one end of a chicken leg, unwilling to let go.
Due to the angle, the maid didn’t see their fierce expressions.
“Ah!…” The maid quickly closed the door, covering her face, speechless for a while.
“What happened? What’s going on inside?” The other maids gathered around, whispering.
The maid covered her face, stammering, “They’re about to kiss…”
“What??”
“And, and they’re each biting one end of a chicken leg…” The maid added, blushing.
“Sera above… This is too much, do young girls play like this nowadays?”
“Isn’t this a bit too much? What should we do? Should we report to the master?”
“Of course, the master said we must report any progress to him.”
“Then… who will go?”
“I’ll go.” The head maid sighed, seeing the eager expressions of the younger maids who didn’t want to leave and wanted to continue watching the drama.
At this time, Norma was in his room reading a book.
Seeing his head maid enter uninvited, he became interested.
“How is it?” Norma put down his book, looking at the head maid with interest.
“…They’re about to kiss, and they’re each biting one end of a chicken leg.” The head maid repeated what the maids had seen.
“Good!” Norma slapped the table, standing up with a start, startling the head maid.
“Master, should we remind them not to go overboard?” The head maid felt this behavior couldn’t simply be explained as ‘getting along well.’
“Remind? Why remind them?” Norma looked puzzled.
“They’re progressing so well, why interfere? Tell your maids to withdraw and not disturb them.”
“???” The head maid thought she misheard, quickly saying, “But master, the young lady and her friend are still young!”
“Not that young, not that young.
Look, I got engaged at ten and married at fifteen.” Norma wasn’t wrong; in noble circles, marrying at fifteen was considered late.
“But, but…” The head maid sensed the implication in Norma’s words but couldn’t understand how two girls could have a future together.
“Just do as I say, don’t worry about the rest… Oh, maybe I should add a little more spice…”
