"Please remove all these dishes and bring us something different," Addison requested, indicating the dishes on the table. The waitress appeared taken aback, nearly instinctively questioning, "Is there something wrong with these dishes? Please let us know, and we'll fix it right away." A graceful smile appeared on Addison's face. "No, no, there's nothing wrong with them." The dishes had unintentionally struck Lance a nerve. "Are they not to your liking?" the waitress probed further. "Not exactly." Addison shook her head. She had not even tasted the food to know if it was good or not. If not for Lance's forbidding look, she might have given them a try—what a waste otherwise. She made a mental note to bring her grandfather here another time to try these dishes. "So what seems to be the issue with these dishes? We can communicate your feedback directly to the kitchen, or we can replace them at no extra charge. Would that be acceptable?" The waitress was now recalling Lance's stern look. That handsome man must be unhappy with the meal; that must be why he was looking at her that way. The guests in this private room were top VIPs, with high status, and she could not afford to overlook their needs. A misstep on her part could endanger her job. Thus, she needed to handle the situation with the utmost care. "It's really okay. There's nothing wrong with the food; I just suddenly lost my appetite," Addison explained, her gaze flicking towards Lance. "Alright, would you like to order something else now? We can prepare it for you at no charge," the waiter offered. Addison turned to look at Lance. She hesitated to make another selection—what if she inadvertently touched a sore point again? He could order for himself; she refused to cater to Mr. Johnston's preferences anymore.Lance caught the resolve in Addison's eyes and, lifting his chin slightly, he relented, "Order what you like to eat." The recent conversation had completely spoiled his appetite. His thoughts were occupied with figuring out who really favored the bamboo shoots. Could it really be Harvey? How could he think of eating now? Addison blinked, surprised by Lance's directive to order according to her own preferences. However, what she wanted were the dishes already on the table. After spending so much time with Harvey, she had acquired a taste closely aligned with his, and despite his long absence, her preferences had not changed. Yet, it was clear that Lance had neither knowledge nor interest in her culinary likes. Was this fair? "Never mind, no need for more dishes. Just bring a pot of your best tea." Addison sighed, resigning herself to a simpler choice. "Just a pot of tea?" the waitress asked, slightly hesitant, worried that Addison might be dissatisfied but too polite to say so. "Yes, please go ahead," Addison assured him with a firm yet gentle gaze. "Don't worry, I won't complain." Her reassuring words seemed to ease the waitress' concern. "Okay, I'll remove all the dishes," she said, clearing the plates from the table one by one before bringing over a tray with a small, ornately designed teapot. The pot, gleaming and adorned with intricate brown floral patterns accented with a touch of emerald blue, caught the light beautifully. Lance reached out to lift the lid of the teapot, and instantly, a wave of aromatic tea fragrance filled the air. The scent was penetrating, like liquid mercury seeping into every crevice. Soon, the entire private room was enveloped in the soothing, rich fragrance of tea. The room was still filled with the soothing scent of tea when Lance posed a question that sent a chill down Addison's spine. "Do you know Harvey?" The question, simple as it was, struck Addison like a bolt of lightning. Harvey ... The mere mention of the name by Lance made her feel as if the air had been sucked from the room. Her breathing turned erratic. "What's wrong? Do you know him or not?" Lance pressed, his eyes narrowing into slits, his look sharp and somewhat menacing. It was as if there was nowhere Addison could hide from his piercing gaze. "I ... " Addison hesitated, her voice faltering. She seemed torn, but ultimately, she steadied herself and said with calm resolution, "I don't know him." "Don't know him?" Lance's eyebrow arched skeptically. He echoed her response with a hint of disbelief, "Really?" Addison nodded decisively. "I don't know him." Her face then took on a look of confusion. "Who is Harvey? Is he also a Johnston?" Lance continued to scrutinize Addison, his eyes searching her face as if trying to detect any sign of deceit.