It was the first time I had ever felt so uncomfortable at a meal; fortunately, everyone was focused on the conversation and the food.
On the other hand, I looked at the plate in front of me and raised an eyebrow, confused. I had no idea what kind of food it was; I was used to slave food.
But now I was sitting there with a pair of cutlery I had never used before and two tiny eggs in their shells.
“Just remove the shell, it's not difficult,” said my wolf.
“How can you say that? Can't you see how they eat it?” I asked, glancing slightly at Beta Stoner, who took a fork and tapped the shell lightly so that it would come off.
The way he did it made it look easy, but I knew there was some technique to it. However, I just nodded and took the fork to tap the shell, but as soon as I tapped it,
