Will I Die?

"That's right! Oh, my god! He was the man who came to pick you up in a Maserati, wasn't he? You have such a handsome and rich boyfriend, yet you still keep such a low profile!" "Not only the Maserati, apparently he changes cars whenever he comes by! I wonder how many cars he has!" She wasn't his girlfriend! She was still single! However, Christin took Ariel's cutlery to pick up a piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth. He took a few bites and found that the meat was indeed more tender than the one he had before. He instantly became upset. "They're the same dishes. Why is the meat served at your table more tender than the one I had? The meat served to us was too old. It didn't taste good at all." As he spoke, he ate a few more mouthfuls and completely forgotten that Ariel had used this cutlery as well.  "What should I do when an idiot wants to eat my saliva?" Ariel thought to herself. Christin did not notice that the cutlery he was using at the moment belonged to someone else. He