Leng Zimo glanced at the table, "I'll get the wine."
"Ah, I forgot!"
Reminded by his comment, Luo Xiaoqian realized that she had forgotten the wine. She hurriedly went to the bar to get glasses, and Leng Zimo brought the wine over and poured it into two glasses.
The two sat on opposite sides of the table, and Luo Xiaoqian lifted her glass, "Um... for Luo Xiaoqian's first time making Western food, and it's very successful, cheers!"
"Okay, cheers!" Leng Zimo extended his glass, clinking it lightly with hers, and as she brought the wine to her lips, he didn't forget to remind her, "Don't drink too much."
"I know!" Luo Xiaoqian took a small sip of the wine and immediately looked with hopeful eyes at the steak on his plate, "Try it quickly, the beef will not taste good when it's cold!"
Leng Zimo smiled and picked up the knife, beginning to cut the meat on his plate elegantly.
However, with one cut, the blood was already seeping out.
