"Yes, yes, we do, sir. Please wait a moment," the waiter, who had snapped back to his senses, said with a face full of surprise and quickly arranged everything for Ye Wudao.
Soon the table was covered with plates. French cuisine is about ambiance and romance, and no one would come in here to gobble down food. However, Ye Wudao had no sense of that and, with eyes gleaming, he started to wolf down the black pepper steaks, chewing voraciously as if he had been starved in his past life. Eventually, he didn't even use a knife, just grabbing the steaks with his fork and gnawing on them.
"What a bumpkin. Luckily, this guy isn't my boyfriend; otherwise, it would be so embarrassing," someone remarked.
"So crude. Where did this country bumpkin crawl out from? This is a French restaurant. Does he even understand what 'atmosphere and romance' mean?" another voiced.
