I put down my beer and started applauding. "Better to dismantle ten temples than to ruin one marriage. Don't mind me, respect the blessing, it's locked."
But everyone thought I was genuinely angry this time and looked at me with disdain.
Luna frowned and said, "Levi, how many times do I have to tell you? It's just a game! You take everything too seriously. It's so boring."
She continued. "Just keep cooking. You're narrow-minded and jealous, making things uncomfortable for everyone."
Fraser, looking pleased, provocatively picked up a crayfish I had prepared, shelled it, and put it on Luna's plate.
"Levi, you go ahead. I'll take good care of Luna."
It was my birthday party, and I was wiped out from cooking. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was out there kissing and flirting with another guy, while the guests enjoyed their food and watched me make a fool of myself.
Thinking about it made me feel pathetic and ridiculous.
But everyone thought I should stay quiet in the kitchen and serve them, and not come out.
In the past, I would have flipped the table and yelled at everyone.
Then, things would have ended badly.