A call for dinner managed to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere between the two.

Ogre glanced at Macal and decided to take off his mask.

Beauty is something that, no matter how much you look at it, can become tiresome.

"Eat more, little sister Geling." Maggie used a silver knife to cut a piece of meat and placed it in front of Ogre. "Our place is small, so please make do."

She instinctively categorized Ogre into the group of people who grew up in a relatively good environment.

This was quite normal.

In any social system, beauty is invariably linked to wealth and power.

The food of commoners cannot nurture children with rosy lips, white teeth, silky hair, and delicate skin.

Innate beauty does exist, but the influence of the environment is equally important. Those who possess beauty are not commodities, but the privileged.

"Mm..."

Ogre looked at the insufficient portion of food in front of him and sighed inwardly with worry.@@novelbin@@

He had miscalculated the food situation...

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