Either act according to Lord Alvarado’s reputation, or completely make an enemy out of him.
Jasper did not say anything nor did Lord Alvarado rush him. The man looked at Jasper patiently with a crescent eyed smile.
Slowly, Jasper took his cutleries and speared a piece of lamb. He dipped it in the spices and slowly put it in his mouth.
A moment later, Jasper frowned slightly.
“It’s spicy.”
Lord Alvarado’s crescent eyed smile did not disappear as he replied, “You were the one who chose to dip the lamb in spices, there is no room for regrets.”
Yet Jasper took the dish and poured it all into the hotpot.
This action had Lord Alvarado narrowing his eyes slightly.
Seeing Lord Alvarado narrow his eyes, the four men in the corners of the room turned to look at Jasper icily at the same time.
As if they were about to rip Jasper apart the next second. Behind Jasper, every muscle in Julian’s body tensed up and he prepared himself to attack any time.
However, right in the eye of the storm, Jasper took a spoon and a direct sip of the hotpot soup base.
It was aromatic and refreshing. A superb hotpot soup.
“Look, isn’t the problem solved now?” Jasper told Lord Alvarado with a crescent eyed smile.
Lord Alvarado stared at the hotpot with a layer of chili oil over it and said calmly, “You’re the only one drinking this pot of soup, though.”
Jasper shook his head and replied, “Marquis, the hotpot soup is right here. Everyone can drink it if they wish, I won’t stop anyone.”
“But I don’t like sharing with others,” Lord Alvarado said indifferently.
“Marquis, this spice dish was mine. I poured it into the soup, now everyone can take a share. If I didn’t pour it, then no one can take it from me,” Jasper said calmly.
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