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    With his permission, the princes began to partake in the meal.


    The women waited in anticipation, holding their breath as the princes made their selections.


    I was no different, my heart pounding as I nervously awaited their choices.


    To my delight, I saw yton request the waiter to bring him the bowl of beef and tomato noodles from the table. The bowl he chose was mine.


    “Prince yton picked your noodles,” Alice whispered excitedly in my ear.


    But before I could fully savor the moment, Bryan stood up and took my bowl of noodles himself.


    My joy vanished instantly.


    Bryan shed me a mocking smile before turning to yton, saying, “I like this dish too. How about letting me enjoy it first?”


    yton frowned, his expression serious.


    “Bryan, I chose this dish first. Besides, there’s an identical dish right next to it. If you want, you can have that one.”


    Though yton’s tone remained gentle, there was no mistaking his firm refusal to back down.


    He pointed to the dish Molly had ced beside mine.


    I was taken aback.


    Did yton recognize the noodles I had made? A surge of invisible joy washed over me, but I couldn’t help noticing the strained look on Molly’s face. Our eyes met again, and she forced a smile in my direction.


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    I nodded politely to Molly before looking away, my attention shifting back to yton and Bryan.


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    Both wore forced smiles, their expressions thinly veiling the tension as they argued over the bowl of noodles I had prepared.


    yton raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile faint but resolute. “I’ve always had a preference for this particr taste, and this time is no different.”


    Bryan, however, wasn’t one to back down easily. His lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he replied, his voice loud and clear, “This dish just happens to be my favorite.”


    yton’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, making it difficult to gauge whether he was pleased or irritated by Bryan’s challenge.


    Bryan’s gaze grew more intense, his tone dripping with defiance. “I’m determined to eat this bowl of noodles. No one will take it from me!”


    The tension escted quickly, the atmosphere in the hall thick with anticipation as the situation teetered on the brink of a full-blown confrontation.


    Just as the standoff reached its peak, Dominic unexpectedly joined the fray.


    “It seems you both are so eager for this bowl of noodles. It must be something special. I think I’d like to try it too,” he remarked casually.


    What! Dominic was getting involved too?


    A wave of helplessness washed over me. All I wanted was for yton to taste the noodles I had made.


    Dominic’s words turned the sh between two princes into a three-waypetition, leaving everyone in the hall stunned. Murmurs of curiosity rippled through the room.


    “Who made this bowl of noodles? Why are all three princes fighting over it?”


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