After all, Master Mu, who was used to good food and good life since young, had neither seen nor tasted cheap vermicelli before.
Don't tell me that he has never eaten vermicelli in his whole life despite his wealth?
Oh, that is possible.
This is a common man's food. He won't have a chance to eat it as an elite.
She fell silent from the absurdity of this fact.
Placing the chopsticks and spoon on the table, the man predictably took them up and started wolfing down the noodles.
…
He actually seemed to be enjoying the meal.
Outside the window, sunlight spilled in through the windowsill.
He sat with his back erect. Even while he was busy with the noodles, he was still elegant and peaceful in his mannerism. There was no sound coming from him.
She now fully believed that he was an elite – one who had received excellent etiquette training – after witnessing his behavior at the dining table.
