French cuisine—this was something she rarely ate.
Fortunately, as the Ye Family's daughter, she possessed enough basic dining etiquette to not be baffled.
Across the oval dining table sat two individuals, the man handsome and charming, the woman elegant and beautiful—a harmonious pair to anybody watching.
Both of them, with their backgrounds and refined upbringing, were accustomed to dining in silence.
But today, Jiang Yutang obviously had other ideas.
As several appetizers were cleared away and the main course was about to be served, Jiang Yutang broke the silence, "How do you find the taste?"
Ye Liangyan pursed her lips, "It's okay."
Her demeanor clearly showed indifference, yet the man persisted, "The foie gras to come is quite nice."
Ye Liangyan responded indifferently, "Oh."
"..." Jiang Yutang couldn't help but chuckle as he raised his glass of red wine, giving hers a light clink.
