"So he's your husband. Look at me."
The manager said awkwardly. She looked at the man next to Emmy and then turned her eyes back to hit Emmy.
"Your husband is so handsome, and he looks like he loves women.Miss, your life is so good. By the way, there's a seat here. Come and sit here."
The Manager quickly led them to a seat by the window. When she saw them sitting down, she hurriedly handed them the menu.
"Take your time and see what you like to tick on the top. I'll go backstage and help you prepare the bottom of the pot. Do you want it spicy?"
"No, it's the bottom of a mandarin duck pot."
Emmy quickly called out to him who was about to leave.
"I can't eat spicy food right now."
"Oh, okay, I got it."
He turned and left in a hurry.
Emmy breathed a sigh of relief, and James's mouth curved slightly across from her.
"Thank you for taking me into consideration when you order."
