"Vance, watch your language," Cloud Lee said, frowning deeply.
Vance Fenn’s face was flushed with triumph and alcohol. "I'm just telling the truth, Sister Cloud. If you don't want to hear the truth, I can offer some fake flattery instead."
"You..."
Cloud Lee was about to explode, but Frank Yates tugged gently on her sleeve, stopping her.
Vance’s parents were also making rounds with their wine glasses. They knew Frank’s situation well, and their eyes were filled with deep disdain. Their son was successful; they had the capital to look down on a man who ate soft rice.
The other guests at the table, hearing the exchange, looked at Frank with shifted expressions.
Frank continued to keep his head down, focusing on filling his stomach. In his view, satisfying his hunger was the only priori
