[PasserbyGod: It makes sense though. ( ???)┬─┬]


    [JushReading: I’m wondering how the Director will react to this Hahaha!!!]


    [ArtisanMakerOfficial: I wonder how many boxes of that butter she has. It seems like she has an endless supply. Do you think I can buy one from her? (, ?_?,)]


    Since the cameraman had no rebuttal to Hera’s statement, and knowing he would also be partaking in the meal, he simply fell silent and resumed his duties.


    Shortly after, the mushroom soup reached a boil, and Hera began to distribute the cooked fish, each piece carefully ced on a fresh leaf for each person. She then poured the fragrant mushroom soup into the three portable cups she had. One cup was shared by Bry and the old guide, another was shared by the two cameramen. However, as Hera poured the mushroom soup into thest cup, she suddenly realized that the remaining cup could only be shared between her and Xavier.


    Uncertain of how to approach the situation, Hera decided to simply ce the cup between them. If Xavier wanted the soup, he could have it; if not, she would dly enjoy it herself. <i>’Sounds like a good n’</i>, so she nodded in agreement with her own decision.


    She then refocused her attention on the hot fish in her hand. The cooked scales were almost falling off from the skin, so Hera used a clean twig to scrape them off. With the steam rising invitingly, she took a satisfying bite of the freshly cooked fish.


    Feeling the heat, Hera couldn’t resist taking a bigger bite of the hot fish, but it was still steaming and she ended up burning her tongue. With a quick blow to cool it down, she tried to soothe the burn without losing the delicious bite of fish in her mouth.


    "Hmmm! Sister!!! This is delicious!!!!" Bry eximed, eagerly savoring the fish while deftly avoiding the smaller fishbones.


    "Indeed, the fish is fresh and cooked to perfection, the seasoning is spot on," one of the cameramen chimed in, echoing Bry’s sentiment.


    "I’m d that you like it, Bry. Just be careful as you eat, there’s still more here," Hera said with a smile, pleased to see them enjoying the food as much as she did.


    She noticed Xavier meticulously extracting the meat from the fishbone, his intense focus giving him an unexpectedly innocent aura. Hera couldn’t resist a soft chuckle at the sight. When Xavier looked up in response to herughter, Hera already turned her attention back to eating.


    Noticing Xavier’sck of interest in the mushroom soup, Hera dly took a sip from the cup herself. Her eyes closed in contentment as the warm soup flowed down her throat, its vors dancing on her taste buds. The addition of butter elevated the soup to new heights, leaving Hera and even Bry and the old guide feeling irresistibly drawn to its addictive taste.


    She savored a few more sips until she had consumed half of the soup, then subconsciously ced the cup down, nearly in the same spot between her and Xavier, albeit slightly closer to her this time. With her focus back on the fish in her other hand, she continued to enjoy the meal, asionally stealing nces at the serene surroundings.


    The atmosphere quickly became lively as they engaged in a spirited conversation, sharing their own outdoor experiences. Xavier, though mostly silent, listened attentively to their stories as he deftly deboned his second fish before resuming his meal.


    Hera’s attention was suddenly drawn by an insistent nudge on her arm, leading her to believe that Xavier had something to say to her. And indeed, he did. "Give me more soup."


    "Huh?" Hera’s head snapped to the side as she tried toprehend his request. <i>’Surely he didn’t just ask for more?’</i>


    "More soup," he repeated, passing her the now-empty cup that had been sitting between them.


    Certainly, Hera desired to grow closer to Xavier as part of her strategy, but she was mindful of her boundaries. She had heard that Xavier was particr about not sharing personal items, especially used utensils like spoons and cups. His condition is almost close to Mysophobia.


    Hera stole a quick nce at the cup, confirming its emptiness. Meanwhile, viewers on Xavier’s livestream shared in Hera’s confusion. Many had been loyal fans since Xavier’s early days as an aspiring actor, and they were well aware of his aversion to sharing personal items.


    That’s why they couldn’t understand why Xavier didn’t object to using the same cup as Hera.


    [XaviermyHubby: Did Xavier really see her drink from that cup?]


    [Xavierno1: I doubt it!]


    [Xavierfan: Seems unlikely. If he did, he’d probably toss the cup aside.]


    [Xavierbaby: Agreed, it’s probably just an honest mistake.]


    Then another question arose after that topic was set aside by his fans.


    [XaviermyHubby: So, does that mean... it’s an indirect kiss?]


    [Xavierno1: Ahhh!!!! No!!!!!! That’s Xavier’s first!!!]


    [Xaviermylife: Argh!!! This doesn’t count, does it?]


    [Xavy: Noooooo!!!! My Xavy was vited!!!]


    Although Hera was worried that Xavier would get angry at her, she still filled the cup with soup and passed it back to Xavier. She also considered that he might not have realized that she had drunk from the cup, or else, he wouldn’t even touch it.


    After considering this possibility, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders and smiled again as if nothing had happened. If he didn’t know, she didn’t have to say anything.


    "Don’t you want to drink anymore?" Xavier’s question caught Hera off guard, causing her to choke on the fish meat she was about to swallow.