Feng Tian's eyes gleamed with something strange as she continued to stare at the woman in front of her, watching as she lightly tilted her chin towards her as her indication for her to carry on.
Nodding, Feng Tian was about to speak, but before she could, John interrupted,
"Miss Feng, ignore her, you don't have to…"
Immediately, Feng Tian lifted her hand and stopped him, smiling as she shifted her eyes back to the menu booklet in her hands, and after looking through it for a few more seconds, she then began.
The three people sitting round the table could not hide their surprise as they continue to listen to Feng Tian as she spoke, especially Elena whose eyes slightly widen in disbelief as she continues to watch Feng Tian switch effortlessly between French, Italian, and English while she continues to place the order for both of them.
"That's all for mine, for dessert, Ms Peng will have the cherries poached in red wine with mascarpone cream."
