From French and Chinese to Japanese, he had tried them all.
Simply because his mother was fond of steak with pan-seared foie gras, for a period, he had taken up French cooking and was truly skillful at making it.
He had cooked so much French food that just the thought of it made him feel nauseous now, yet his mother's love for it had not abated in the least.
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His stupid mommy must have become a member of the lover-of-French-cuisine cult!
"This bistro's signature dish, pan-seared steak, is one of a kind." Mu Yazhe carefully flipped through the menu and patiently explained each dish to his woman.
His wife looked at him with mild surprise. "How did you know that I'm fond of French steak?"
The man did not reply and, instead, smiled as he glanced at his younger son, who was sitting beside him.
The boy returned a faint beam.
