Nathan sprung up from his seat, snatching a box from the servant's hand. He then turned towards Royce, pretending to be upset, "Dad, you're playing favorites! Why do you just bring gifts for my older brother? I'm your son too!”
Royce, with a glass in his hand, took a casual sip of water, “If you need something, you can take a few boxes too.”
Chloe took the box handed over by the servant, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, opened the box.
"Uh oh…" Alyssa let out a gasp, but it was too late to stop Chloe.
Upon opening the red box, a golden silk cloth was revealed, with an unknown object quietly resting on top. It was a yellow, root-like object, about palm-sized, curved like a banana, rough on the outside but hard on the inside, with a slight elasticity to its surface. The object also had some brown spots in the middle, making it look rather unattractive overall.
Chloe reached out and took hold of the spot-filled area, shaking it a little. She fumbled around with it for a bit but couldn't figure out what it was.
Damon glanced at the object in her hand, his nonchalant face suddenly turned gloomy.
Chloe asked with a puzzled look, “What is this?”
Royce glanced at her, his voice flat as he spoke.
“Maca. It’s a traditional herb. It’s used to make soup for men to drink, it can enhance a man's sexual
Besides the composed Royce, everyone stared at the object in Chloe's hand, flabbergasted.
"Enhance... sexual prowess?"
Chloe, in a daze, stared at the object in her hand. Upon realization, her hand quivered and she promptly threw the object back in the box. She placed the box back on the dining table, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in her hand.
Sexual prowess...
Nathan, too, came to his senses, immediately putting his box back on the table.
"I'll let my brother keep this. I don't need such a thing!"
Elizabeth turned her head and glanced at her husband. Hmm... well handled. Indeed, her husband was the most reliable.
“Hmm... Damon, this would be good for you. I'll make you a pot of soup tomorrow…”
She swallowed, cautiously watching her son's increasingly angry face. She was afraid that he would flip the dining table in his anger.
He didn’t needed medicinal help to enhance sexual prowess! Damon's facial muscles were twitching.
The dining room was quiet, an odd atmosphere slowly spreading.
"Pfft... Haha... Hahaha..."
After a while, suppressed laughter suddenly echoed from the side. Nathan couldn't hold it in any longer. He was banging the table, laughing so hard he was on the verge of tears.
"Damon, Dad rarely shows such care. Accept it. Don't waste his kindness... You just got married, you could use some toning up... Hahaha..."
Yulia sat awkwardly on the side, not knowing what to say.
How did this happen?
Seeing Damon's face getting darker across the table, Yulia tugged at Nathan's arm.
"Nathan, stop laughing..."
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