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As a member of the royal family, although Arthur is a child spoiled by his parents and elder brother, he also has some rules that he has to follow, such as: not picky eaters.

A picky eater means having a preference for food.If the food preferences of the royal family members are passed on to some caring people, it may cause some fatal disasters, so no matter what the occasion is, Arthur must try every kind of food on the table, and Serving portions must be roughly equal to avoid problems.Of course, Arthur has always done a good job in this regard, after all, he is not a person who attaches great importance to appetite.

Karl is the complete opposite. Although his family is also aristocratic, he is a person with very clear likes and dislikes. As long as he gets along with him for a long time, he can easily grasp his preferences, and he can easily find out that Karl is picky about food.

Carl's picky eaters can be said to be very biased: basically he doesn't eat any seasoning side dishes, he only eats six kinds of green vegetables, and occasionally doesn't eat other vegetables, fish doesn't like spiny ones, but almost no meat. No rejection, oh, one more thing, I have a different preference for soy products and pasta, but stinky tofu is not acceptable, and fish noodles are also unacceptable.

Such a dietary preference makes Karl often encounter some unspeakable difficulties in choosing when eating in the cafeteria. For example, today, the stir-fried bean sprouts he likes very much are mixed with leeks that he cannot swallow...

[However, the senior did order this dish in the end. ]

Arthur, who was already familiar with Carl's preferences, had a premonition in his heart when he saw this dish.

[Tsk!Sure enough, I'm still very upset, what kind of genius invented the recipe to fry my lovely crunchy bean sprouts with this strange-smelling leek?I don't know if Arthur eats leeks or not. ]

Carl's displeasure was almost materialized. He stared at the leeks on the dish as if he were a deadly enemy, wishing he could wipe them out with his eyes, and then happily stuffed the bean sprouts into his mouth.

"Arthur!"

"exist!"

It was rare for Carl to call him so seriously, and Arthur's already upright body couldn't help but straighten, and he answered very seriously.

"Then what... do you eat leeks?"

When he said this, Karl was actually a little embarrassed. As a senior, he asked his junior to help him share the food he didn't like, and he brought this junior himself, which was a bit shameful no matter how you looked at it.But if he was asked to eat the leeks on the plate, it was absolutely impossible. If he was asked to pick out the leeks, he didn't have that patience.

"Eat, senior."

Arthur wanted to laugh a little bit, but he held back—if he laughed at this time, he would be cut to pieces by his senior.

[However, this senior is surprisingly cute. ]

"Arthur? Arthur! What are you in a daze for?"

Obviously, he was still talking to him one second, but suddenly his cheeks flushed and his eyes were erratic in the next second. Could it be that leeks reminded him of something strange?Arthur's reaction baffled Carl.

"Ah? No, no, nothing, cough, I can still eat things like leeks, why did the senior suddenly ask this question?"

[God, what was I thinking just now?Senior Carl, cute?No no no, why would I think so?Seniors should be strong, full of wisdom, and unattainable!It must be because I am too tired today, and my mind is not clear, well, it must be like this. ]

"Emmmm, it's really nothing, I just saw that you made a lot of suggestions when you helped me improve the A-level armor today, and I want to give you a little reward... Well, that's it, I will reward you with all the leeks on my plate, Eat them up!"

[grass!I'm talking nonsense, who would use the dishes on their plate as a reward? I'll go, why can't I say it?Obviously I wanted to ask him to help me eat the leeks.It's over, it's over, it's definitely over now. ]

Carl couldn't understand at all, how could he, who has always been straightforward, not even say such a simple request, and twisted it into such a strange meaning, if there were no people around, he would want to ravage his own body long hair.

"Good senior, thank you senior."

[Senior, is this considered arrogant?I've never seen it spoken in this way, but I don't hate it. ]

Arthur thanked him fluently, then stretched out his chopsticks, patiently picked all the leeks on Carl's plate to his side, and then began to eat as usual.

"Uh... well, you're welcome."

Carl looked at Arthur's actions in a daze.

[Is this also possible?Didn't you get angry when you heard those words?I myself think it's a little too much.Or did he really think that was my reward for him? Emmm, anyway, Arthur's temper is really good.Next time, think of a way to make it up to him next time. Calling leeks a reward is simply too perfunctory. ]

"Senior?"

Feeling that Carl's gaze had been on him, Arthur stopped what he was doing, and looked back with some doubts.

"It's nothing, just keep eating. After eating, go back and rest early. You are really tired today. You have to rest well, so that you will have the strength to continue training tomorrow."

Carl shook his head, smiled slightly, and lowered his head to enjoy the food.

"Oh, oh!"

[The senior just now, so gentle...]

Arthur was eating in a sluggish manner, and Carl's spring-like smile was endlessly circulating in his mind.He has always known that Karl is very delicate and good-looking, but he pays more attention to the strength of the senior on weekdays, and does not pay too much attention to his appearance, but at that moment just now, all his mind was captured by that slight The raised corners of his mouth and rare soft eyes attracted him.

[Such a senior... Such a gentle senior... I really want to...]

What do you really want?Do you want the senior to show such a gentle smile all the time, or do you want the senior to only show such a gentle smile to himself, or neither, but simply want to protect such a gentle smile.Arthur didn't know either, but it was really, lucky to see such a senior.

[The author has something to say: small theater

Father Jun: Son, how can you be so picky about food?Picky eating is not a good habit.

Carl: ...

Arthur: It's okay senior, I will help you get rid of anything you don't like.

Carl: Look, Arthur is used to it.

Arthur: Senior? ! 】